In the midst of the black fog, a figure was directly captured in Ren Feifan's hand, and without a hint of hesitation, he fiercely smashed it onto the ground!
"Boom!"
The very earth seemed nearly to crack!
Fang Zhenglin, the one being smashed, really had a hard time expressing the bitterness in his heart. Although he had spent a long time in the world of cultivation, he had never seen a cultivator who liked to smash people into the ground when fighting!
This was already the second time!
This guy must be sick!
Although his body was protected by countless strands of black fog, at this moment, he still felt as if the bones in his back were shattered, making it hard for him to move even slightly.
Was this guy really from the Saint Doctor's Gate? Does everyone in the Saint Doctor's Gate fight like this now?
He struggled to prop himself up with his hands, trying to stand, but soon caught sight of a dark shadow flashing past, and a foot came stomping down on his body!
"Thud!"
