The purple magic light on Long Fei's body shook.

"Crack!"

The purple lightning suddenly stopped.

The rolling magic cloud seemed to be frozen, completely motionless.

Even the huge magic eye above the nine layers of clouds trembled violently.

"Stopped?"

"its stuck?"

"what's the situation?"

He looked up at the tornado-like magic cloud.

In the center of the eye of the storm, Zhou Yuan looked up and stared at Long Fei, "What did you do?"

A bright light burst out from Long Fei's eyes, and he smiled coldly and said: "How dare a demon slave like you summon such a low-level demon to be defeated in front of me?"

The tone is completely different.

The momentum that looks down upon the world.

Zhou Yuan's eyes tightened, "Who are you?"

Long Fei said seriously: "I am your ancestor!"

Zhou Yuan's blood-colored pupils stared, and above his mind, thousands of demonic flames surged, and the inner demons exploded at their strongest, merging into the demonic cloud.

The magic cloud trembled slightly, trying to rotate.

But!

Long Fei's eyes were filled with anger and he shouted, "Stop!"

Turn around.
Chapter completed!