Ireland's heart slowed suddenly, and he took several steps, his hands staggered back and forth, like fangs devouring down, and the air roared like a raging lion, so that his enemies were frustrated before they could fight.

His hair was sloppy, like armor draped over his body, and when it hit, it drove nearly ten tons of force, and stones flew under his feet.

Just one glance at Ireland clearly realized that Chen Qi was the only strong enemy.

If you don't shoot with all your might, then you will die

Chapter 26 of "The Fantasy Archetype of the Moon": Turning is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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