C957 Abusive Xuanyuan

Right at this moment, with a crack, a silvery white pillar appeared, and a vortex appeared in the sky. A figure as black as ink slowly emerged from the vortex and descended.

This figure was as black as ink and looked like a cloud of smoke. His face was blurry, but only a pair of blood-red eyes could be seen. Anyone who saw him would feel a chill run down their spine.

"What bad luck