Immortal Spirit Zhang Tianwei, Mortal Ceiling! (2)

"Ox."

Zhang Tianwei spoke again.

The green ox carried Ji Wei and came to Zhang Tianwei's side.

The next moment, Zhang Tianwei waved his sleeve.

In an instant, three immortal spirits and a green ox appeared in the sky.

It just so happened that Jing Qicang's group was facing off against the four people on Dragon Yandao's side.

At this moment, everyone looked up.

Dragon Yandao's expression changed slightly.

Achilles shouted, "Zhang… Zhang Tianwei!"

"Friends, long time no see."

Zhang Tianwei smiled.

However, Achilles and the others could not laugh.

Dragon Yandao even wanted to escape.

However, at the thought that Ponga, who was in charge of recording his battle, was still on the airship below and looking over, Dragon Yandao held back.

Damn!

He could not retreat.

If he really retreated, the entire human race would be suppressed by the Immortal Spirit Race in the future!