C1188 Undying Devil King's Art?
"What should we do?"
Prince Feng's eyelids could not stop trembling. This was no longer something he could touch.
The most critical thing was, even with his strength, it would only be a dead end if he went up.
Dai Wentian?
Perhaps she might not be his match.
He didn't dare to act rashly.
He stood firmly at the back.
Under everyone's gazes, Yue Wuwei got closer and closer to Red Protector
