Chương 1188: The Last Trump Card

Feng Yun crossed his arms in front of his chest. He stood in the corner, his entire body cracking apart.

The move that he had prepared for so long just now was completely broken.

How could he accept such a thing?

It was all because of this hateful White Eyes. Otherwise, it wouldn't have become so troublesome.

Doesn't this guy have any willpower?

There was actually no way at all. What a headache.

Although Feng Yun was having a headache right now, the battle still had to continue. The next time he resurrected would be the time for him to fight again.

This time, he could not waste any more time. He had to fight with all his might.

Although the battle just now was ruined, the next time would be different.

"I say, why are you acting cool here alone? Didn't I ask you just now? Is there something I can't know?"

Chu Bai looked at this kid curiously, not understanding what he was up to.