บท 3211: Poor foot soldier

The man hurriedly dodged, but after taking one step, hong, another fiery flame assailed, its might still extremely terrifying.

There was nothing else he could do; he could only press his palm down.

Peng!

The power of these fiery flames was extremely strong. Under the clash, he couldn't help but stumble, and fall to the side again.

In other places, it was naturally very normal for one's body to sway from the impact of this exchange, and there was no danger to it.

But here?

Peng! Peng! Peng!

All of a sudden, ice shot forwards like swords, lightning intertwined, raging flames surged, golden light flickered, and so on and so forth. It was as if all the strange phenomena of nature had been concentrated in such a small area.

That man was very hurt. As he screamed, he continued to resist, looking incredibly disheveled.

Finally, he stepped into a safe place, yet did not dare to move the slightest bit.