chapter 270 The power of devouring

The square-faced middle-aged man and the mean woman looked at each other, and both saw smiles in each other's eyes. They turned to look at Julius Yale, and invisible murderous intent rose like a storm. A cold light flashed in Julius Yale eyes, his cultivation was running wildly, his aura was surging, he took the initiative, stomped his feet hard, and shot out like an arrow from a bow. He clenched his right fist, channeled his strength into his right arm, and punched out. The thick blue veins...