A sharp voice

The voice was getting louder and noisier, and it kept repeating in Li Tian's head.

Li Tian's heart was filled with anger, and his spiritual altar was gradually filled with blood. The celestial energy and demonic energy in his body were stirred up at the same time.

With Li Tian as the center, the sea suddenly stopped moving, forming a sharp contrast with the waves in the distance.

Cong Cong stared at the scene in front of him with his mouth agape. He had a bad feeling.

He didn't know what had happened to Li Tian, but he could tell that Li Tian wasn't in a good state.

"Brother Xiaotian, why are you ... Ah!"

He carefully approached Li Tian. As soon as he reached out to pat Li Tian's arm, a strong force sent him flying dozens of meters away.

When she looked at Li Tian again, he had already turned from a lying position to a standing position, and his eyes were bloodshot.