C281 Fourteenth Clan

Ellebela slowly raised her head and looked at Xiang Jing. Under the moonlight behind her, his figure seemed to have become incomparably majestic, like a god.

But it was not a kind God.

His eyes were as black as ink, his features were sharp, his body exuded a powerful aura, and that sword was even deeper than the night. It was like the incarnation of a demon god