After another wave.

Zhengtai was lying on the ground with blood all over his body, he didn't die purely because his obsession as a demon wouldn't let him die.

"Isn't this hairless egg a sword god? Why is the large-scale attack so strong?"

The sand in the air gathered again and turned into the figure of the uncle.

He stared at Jiang Li in disbelief, his mouth full of foul language.

His machete ability is to manipulate the concept called dryness, elemental

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