Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

hting.Then, let's fight!Fists and palms, the power of qi and blood against the power of curses.Within a breath, hundreds of collisions.Zheng Zhaoyang remained silent, his body as immovable as a mounta...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！is brow was contorted, splitting open to reveal a single crimson eye with an eerie glow. The edges of the vertical pupil were marked by strange, otherworldly patterns.Judging from his current expediti...