boom!

In the wind and sand, two figures suddenly dispersed.

The look of Ye Dun is still very insipid, standing in the wind and sand, staring at the flying-wing Saint son ahead.

The Saint of the Flying Wings, with the same surprise, stared at Yedun.

"Unexpectedly, a captain of the army has such strength. Your strength is much more terrible than many generals I met. With your strength, I am entitled to know my name. I am a flying wing clan, among the thirteen saints, the ninth Saint son in the ranking, named Skeleton Luo." This winged Saint son has a dignified look.

"Leaf dust." Ye Dun nodded and said...