C633 Feng Ru's Cultivation the Magic Stealing Tool!

Quasimodo's surroundings were already shrouded in white fog. The surrounding light and sound also gradually left him, as if he was in another world.

Quasimodo felt like he was a turtle in a jar. No matter how he struggled, there was no change at all.

"Illusion Formation? Confusion formation? "

Quasimodo became more and more flustered because his intuition told him that Ying Loong, Ao Tong