C1701 No Good Tool Spirit Drunk Wintery Scheming!

The red flag was unfurled, and it was surrounded by godly patterns. Ye Fann entered the small world through the black hole's vortex.

The primal chaos inside was hazy and the world was vast. There were no plants and vegetation, and it was full of flaws. The six words were still faintly discernible in the void.

Drunken Dong was wearing a green robe, and his hair was shining like silk