Chapter Twenty-Seven: Chaos Strikes

"It's done!"

In the joyful shouts of Zhou Daguan and Dracula's surprised eyes, he saw that the victory spear that appeared under Zhou Yi's consciousness control also turned into a giant claw composed of golden holy light wrapped around his left arm, and he tried to move his left hand, and the golden giant claw also moved.

In his consciousness, Zhou Yi felt that the two giant claws of gold and black seemed to be the extension of his two arms, and when he saw the long solid wood desk next to him, Zhou Yi controlled his claws and stretched out, almost without feeling any weight, and his claws more than three meters long easily grabbed the table with at least more than 300 catties into the air, and then gently clenched his hands and tore them to both sides.

"Hiss~la~pop~la~~"

After a burst of noise and violent fluctuations in energy, the sturdy solid wood desk in the air instantly turned into crushed residue and fell to the ground......

"Speaker, are you alright?"

"What are you doing?"