Still not dead?
Realizing that Fang Heng was still moving quickly, Zhao Tai was once again surprised by his opponent's powerful defense.
On the other hand, the four mercenaries who had accepted Old Black's mission saw Fang Heng's miserable state through the thick fog, and a layer of cold sweat covered their foreheads.
That was close. Fortunately, they didn't provoke that Duke of the vampires.
Only that mysterious guy could withstand it. If it were any one of them, they would have died!
"Hu!"
In the eyes of outsiders, Fang Heng had already been blasted into a bloody man by the blood-colored spikes!
Fang Heng forcibly withstood the dense attack of the sharp spikes and hid behind a rock with great difficulty.
Before he could even catch his breath, the dense blood-red spikes directly shattered the large rock behind him!
F*ck!
That b*st*rd Old Black!
