绝世唐门之美女的灾难

Ye Fasheng's forehead had veins bulging, and his chest was burning with anger. However, just as he held the giant black crocodile, before he could react, the sky darkened in a flash of lightning, and Yang Ji's third wave of attacks had arrived. The hand of death rose to the wind. Like the palm of a divine Buddha, it covered the sky and the sun, and fell heavily....