C1511 Dry Son

"What is that thing?" A godson? "

The corner of Xu Haotian's mouth twitched. Wang Mo Bai's face turned purple, and his veins popped out.

At this moment, the spatial barrier in the sky was torn apart once again. Like a wild man, the Elder of Conviction was able to step into it with a single step.

He still had that slovenly, but recalcitrant, look