Chapter 495: Iron Knuckles

sh, being wrapped in black mist. However, there was no panic on his face. He surveyed the swirling black qi, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Eighteen Elders' personally crafted death weap...was too close to the fish demon and couldn't dodge in time. It roared angrily, retreating while unleashing its divine power. A blue aura enveloped its body, blocking the blood mist.>Fortunately, the F...