Xuanwu looked back at the black, smelly bones on the ground, with air-conditioning on his back.

Although he has never touched the power of stock, he has seen a lot of European and American blockbusters, no matter whether the plots are true or false, but how terrible those non-human forces are, he can still imagine. Staring at the pile of charred bones, basalt had a fear of Yecheng's strength.

Ye Cheng did not win the chase. He looked at the darkness of the deep black hole and thought about it. So far, he has not yet made clear one thing, but in his unconscious slowly formed a circle, looking at...