However, looking at the Golden finger in front of him, Wu Wei could not be surprised. He was still immersed in that terrifying slash and could not extricate himself.
That slash was too freakish and terrifying.
If he were to block it, he would definitely not be able to withstand it now.
"Is this the strength of the top geniuses of the yellow turban camp?"
Wu Wei's expression was filled with fascination.
At this time, Zhang Niujiao, who had consumed more than half of the spiritual stone's spiritual power, said, "well, in fact, old Guan's strength is particularly ordinary in our yellow turban camp. He's not a top genius!"
"What?"
"What?" Wu Wei was shocked. "He's not the top genius?"
"Kid, don't underestimate our yellow turban camp. It's just a mere Guan Jin. How can he be considered a top genius?
In the yellow turban camp, there are at least 800, if not 1000, people stronger than him!"
