Chen Feng suddenly stood up and looked into the distance.

The sunset is like blood.

Looking at the densely clouded Wu Clan camp: "After three months here, I finally let my strongest trump card grow!"

He slowly clenched his fists: "Everything is under control, and the most important day has arrived!"

At the same time, the Wu clan camp.

In the handsome account, Zhan Xiu smiled and said: "Master Patriarch, my friend is ready."

"Tomorrow is the day of decisive battle!"

Xiong Jie nodded solemnly.

Half an hour later, Chen Feng was in the big tent.

Chen Feng sat cross-legged, and the great shaman's power of returning to heaven was working.

There were about five hundred drops of witch blood suspended in front of him.
Chapter completed!