Chương 1627: The Final Trump Card

"Reincarnation World!"

When Jian Wushuang swung his big hands, a vast amount of Reincarnation Power surged and changed into grey air currents. In the end, the grey currents gathered and combined into a big grey world.

The grey world struck the red-haired, tall old man directly.

The red-haired, tall old man had a total of four heads. At that very moment, his four pairs of eyes were releasing thick murderous aura and even when covered by Reincarnation World, his aura still did not weaken at all.

At the same time, his eight sturdy arms moved.

From the eight arms, there might be a punch, slap, sharp claw or fingertip… even though he had different attack moves, his eight arms cooperated with one another beautifully.

Moreover, his four heads also opened their big mouths at the same time. Either their big mouths gave off shocking soundwave attacks or their eyes released thunderbolts.

In no time, all kinds of attack headed toward Jian Wushuang.