chapter 18 The second grade of the Great Light Seal !

Iwan Harvard let out a crazy roar, like a wounded lone wolf. He struggled hard, but the more he struggled, the tighter the whip became.

"It's useless!" The middle-aged man in blue shirt yelled: "My whip is made from the finest black gold mixed with Thousand-Year Wisteria . It's useless for you to struggle! Unless you reach the eighth level of the day after tomorrow and struggle with ten thousand catties of strength, you won't be able to struggle at all. not open!"

Iwan Harvard...