in the depths of the iron forest, the blood of the friars converged into shallow blood streams and slowly infiltrated into the earth's surface, coloring the black painted land with a layer of eerie dark red. The murderous spirit in the forest hasn't gone. The two monks of the abandoned Tiansha organization are still not far away, looking at the land dust wrapped by the evil spirit, sweat DC...

Lu Chen clenches his fist and stares at the direction of Huang Zhi's escape. His resentment has not disappeared.

Zuo QingHan sighed, slowly approached Lu Chen and hugged him from behind: "brother, Huang Zhi has gone."

hearing the soft voice of...