C672 Shuangbao

At the foot of the mountain, dozens of people crossed their arms and coldly looked on from the sidelines. In front of them was a man dressed in black, holding a strange weapon in his hand as he charged forward. Hundreds of people, with weapons in their hands, were rushing towards him.

The weapon in his hand danced non-stop, bringing about the sound of wind as he waved it. Every time he waved