Anger, like waves, bursts out from the dust of leaves.

The momentum of Huacang just now became a flat boat in the waves, swaying back and forth, and the situation was precarious.

"Leaf dust, how can you be alive?" Hua couldn't look with shock, but he still didn't seem to believe that Ye Dun was still alive.

When he couldn't be stunned in China, the thorn of death released by leaf dust had already fallen on him.

The bleak breath of death made Hua unable to shake all over her body. She immediately responded to it. She was crazy to urge her soul. Her body was full of yang, which...