Wang Yao, died!

Wang Yao lowered his head in shock. He saw a huge hole on his chest. The vitality of his body was constantly being lost.
At this moment, three attacks instantly came from behind Chuck Hao.
The other three were obviously fighting desperately.
Especially Zhuo Yifan, he held a giant sword in his hand. Wherever the giant sword passed, the space continued to shatter, and layers of fine cracks emerged. This meant that his sword was infinitely close to the level of Immortal King.
Zhuo Yifan...