"Boom!!"
Qi Force surged in all directions. The nun groaned, spat blood, and her hat was blown off, her long black hair fluttering in the wind as her body skidded away as if shocked by electricity, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that bore six or seven parts resemblance to Wang Yuyan, and a long blood bar that suddenly appeared above her head.
"You!!"
Jiang Dali was shocked to see the woman's face and stopped in his tracks.
Almost simultaneously, the buzzing flapping of wings rapidly approached.
A large swarm of bees, like a Black Tornado, carrying powerful Primordial Spirit Waves, suddenly rushed at Jiang Dali.
Instantly, strands of extremely strong Primordial Spirit Power, like a storm, wildly surged into Jiang Dali's mind. It was as if countless sharp needles were piercing him, fiercely stimulating his Yang God.
Ah!!!
