C1089 The Immortal Execution Sword

Looking at the smoke-filled, lifeless battlefield, qin Youwei, who was covered in blood, laughed loudly. He was the final winner. He was going to get the immortal blood, the countless beast kings and kings who had died in front of him. In his eyes, they were all his stepping stones, and his death was not to be regretted. He had made a contribution for his own success