Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fang Yi turned to look, only to see a chariot of golden splendor being pulled by nine giant dragons, surging out of the darkness at high speed.,"What a formidable chariot, I wonder if it's a divinely forged artifact with countless patterns"," Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! 。The Mad Demon swung his iron rod, unleashing a wave of holy energy in the shape of tadpoles. The wave surged outward, engulfing the three half-step Saint Kings. 。。