Li Tianfeng, Li Tiandong

mortu sat in the cave palm up, raised his forehead half a foot, held up the formula of looking at the moon, and sat upright with a thin and dry body. His robe was engraved with several obvious black patterns, and the wisps of smoke turned into the essence of chaos. He floated slowly from his palm, and then became surrounded by invisible Qi refining, and then infiltrated into the patterns, Gradually, mortu's shadow gradually became fuzzy, in the true sense of Fuzziness: the breath was weak, the breath was flat, and even his body began to be empty.

after a while, the devil butcher disappeared...