A large bonfire was burning in the open land thousands of meters away from the small city of the devil.

Song Yan and twelve Wusheng sitting around the campfire to breathe.

Today, twelve Wusheng killed 200,000 Hercules together, consuming a lot, and now they are speeding up the recovery of the true Qi in their bodies.

The reason why I didn't stay in the town to rest was that there were too many dead people and the smell of blood was too strong.

"Crack!"

Listening to the voice from the bonfire, Song Yan could not help but miss his relatives in the real world. It has been almost a year...