Lin Yu crossed into the world of the Demon Slayer and started the mode of rewarding hard work.
Each physical training can bring the increase of its own attributes, and there is no limit to the superposition.
The flesh is sanctified, and the power is supreme.
Fallen Ji looked in fear at the tall man in front of him, whose body was covered in shadows. The machete-like Japanese sword behind the man was bigger than her entire body, and her neck was being stabbed to death by a strong arm. ‘s grasp.
“Unarmed… catch a ghost?”
Yi Wozu couldn’t remember how many times his wounds had healed in the fierce battle, and the corners of his bloodshot eyes were fierce and excited.
“A mere human can actually reach this level, are you a monster?
bring it on!
I would like to call you the strongest. ”
Ghost Dance? Wu Miserable: Trembling…