The wind suddenly arrived, blood fluttered lightly, life and death were already determined, climbing the mountain year after year to reach the peak, casting away the soul, wandering in the sea of the dead. The Human Race and Zodiac Inference Demon Aspect, indeed the number one in the Red Dust.
Within Tusk Mountain, that figure in a cyan robe broke through the wall, killing people easily, like stone shattering the sky, in just this moment of profound emptiness, he put Qin Ming in a perilous situation, separated his head from his body.
"Human Xiao!" Zhang Fan's expression was grave, standing a mere ten steps away, making eye contact with that silhouette.
Around him, black Qi loomed ominously, covering the sky, in a trance, countless lights and shadows fluctuated, concealing his original appearance.
These lights and shadows seemed to come from the Mortal World, shrouded heavily in demonic shadows.
