Chapter 145: The Fake Table

like that, Chen Ping let out a cold snort. A bunch of ignorant fellows, looking at a piece of rotten wood over and over again, what could they possibly seeSeeing Chen Ping's sneer, He Master frowned:...yes, roared fiercely, and with all his might hurled the orb towards Zhu Zishan.Rushing waves of air seemed to parch everyone, and the surrounding web of traps shattered and vanished in an instant.And...