Chapter 217

• The dust and smoke dispersed.
• Su Bai stood in the same place as a javelin, without even a torn corner of his clothes, and looked at Wu Zhantian with a indifferent expression.
• Wu Zhantian could no longer maintain his previous state. The golden qi on his skin had disappeared, his chest was rising and falling violently, bright red bloodshot veins were emerging from his pores, and his face was as pale as paper, looking extremely miserable.