C818 Without Benefit Early

In the pitch-black space, there was a black, cylindrical platform. Everything seemed so deep, and a white light shot down from the depths of the space, illuminating the entire platform.

At this moment, Zhang Hao was sitting on the sidelines, clutching a blood-red rope. His right hand was holding a black saber as he laughed out loud.

On the other hand, Hu Zuo Fei