C484 Mo Zhu
The cosmos echoed with a mournful cry of ancient spirits.
In a mere moment, the secret chamber came alive, energies swirling without a breath of wind. A black vortex formed, growing denser and more formidable by the second.
It transformed into a torrent of force that shot towards Nangong Huan. Energy swirled rapidly around him, and with a lift of his right hand
