C1322 Wooden Puppet

"Mountain spirit, save us!"

Suddenly, Chen Ping saw a series of blurry images: a figure descended upon the town of Wumen, unleashing chaos and destruction. Countless streams of blood rose into the air, converging to form a massive blood sphere.

"Someone's in Wumen, crafting a blood elixir?" Chen Ping quickly realized and shot into the sky. But then, he hesitated