all shocked and awed. The gigantic skull was accelerating with all its might. 。At this time, Yun Ming is no longer an Ultimate Douluo, but a fallen god. 。The power of its final fall was not something...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。ls suddenly pierced the icy mist, completely covering the close-range mecha that had just rushed up. 。Behind the veil of ice mist, the close-combat mechs were completely unaware of how Tang Wulin had...