passively defended, just to help Tang Wulin better release himself. 。But who knew, this release went a little overboard. 。Tang Wulin's entire being radiated a combat power that suppressed him, makin...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。s. 。The dense formation of the demon army allowed the Metal Storm's power to reach its peak, with at least 70% of the demon army being utterly devoured by this terrifyingly powerful weapon. 。Even the...