With one step forward, Wang Gan instantly grabbed the powerful warrior of Zhan Tian Ji. Suddenly, he felt a wild force shaking, as if he wanted to break free from his own constraints, soar beyond the sky, completely restore freedom, and wait for the next person with fate again. "Hmph, a magic weapon also wants to break free from my constraints, the Demon Lord Picture Scroll, suppress me!" Wang Gan sprayed a lot of energy again, urging the broken picture scroll in his hand, and the vast magic light stacked, directly suppressing the Zhan Tian Ji. At this moment, everything was finally over. Wang Gan let out a long breath, and felt a burst of fatigue in his body, and the Nine-Turn God Talisman in his flesh and blood were a little dim. Obviously, he also spent a lot of energy on the battle just now.