Misty Cloud Translations

  Misty Cloud Translations

  With this punch, Sima You Yue had exhausted her strength. Everyone felt that her fist carried infinite power as if to destroy the world.

  The punch collided with the spirit power condensed white bird. There was no sound, but everyone could see the white bird crack and dissipate.

  “How is this possible! I have blessed it with the power of faith. How could you counter it!” Zong Zheng Han Yue thought this was his spe..