C1667 Mass-targeted

"What bad luck!"

Li Chen shook his head and sighed, then slowly walked out of the stone room.

He hadn't thought about how unlucky he would be if he killed someone who extracted their soul and refined their soul.

However, when a person's manpower was exhausted, luck was an unreal thing. No one could say for sure. It all depended on one's luck.

Yours, yours, not yours