chapter 162 Yahuah Woolf, the young grandmaster!

Such a strange scene made everyone forget to breathe.

Only Zhao Zhiyu himself still had an uncomfortable smile on his face.

"Buzz" the black mist on the spider silk of the Yin Tomb rolled, constantly devouring the vitality in Wu Hui's body.

five minutes later.

Bang.

An old corpse fell to the ground. If no one had seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that Wu Hui, who was previously in his prime, had now turned into the corpse of...