Chapter Sixty-Five: Looking Down, Facing Each Other!

me, like blood mist, gathered in his hand into the shape of a furnace cauldron, pressing down to hold Murong Qing captive.Murong Qing let out a low cry, her long sword's surface covered in a layer of... face turning pale, and asked.This batch of demonic energy, resembling the sun in scale, is truly immense.Yun Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashing, his expression solemn: "We can't wait...