The soul power condensed together, turned into a golden palm, and suddenly blasted out.

Directly swept a piece of soul master off the wall.

Zao Wou-Ki gasped and watched the sunset in the west.

The remnant sun is like blood, shining on the city, making this JYG look even more cruel.

High-intensity fighting has been going on for a day.

His soul power was also about to run out.

I don't know how many soul masters have fallen under his palm, Zao Wou-Ki can't figure it out

Chapter 415 of "Douluo's My Strange Fire Martial Soul" The fierce battle at the head of the city is in the middle of the fight, please wait for a while,

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