Wang Jin pointed to the Eye of the Ancient God on his cheek, where the will of death and life slowly flowed.

He had never taken the initiative to use this power before, just to make Feng Yan fear him.

Some trump cards are more meaningful to exist than to be used.

"You...you..."

Looking at the frustrated feast, Wang Jin smiled even more happily.

Torturing his opponents really gave him physical and mental pleasure.

Wang Jin had never thought of confronting a monster of this level head-on. All he had to do was buy time.

Buy time for Wangcai who came to steal the house, and buy time for the suppression department who is about to come to support you.

As for shearing wool...

It doesn’t mean you have to do it yourself.

"Damn it!"

Feng Yan gritted his teeth, and his body turned into a blood shadow and disappeared.

It seems that he has given up on the enemy that is right in front of him.

Of course, Wang Jin did not relax his vigilance.
Chapter completed!