C192 Hidden Flow Flower Sect
In the end, was it all for naught?
A somber silence fell over the crowd.
Were the hearts of these Dragon Slaying Guards truly made of stone? At such a critical moment, couldn't they offer even the slightest glimmer of hope?
Mo Wuheng, sword in hand, advanced steadily toward Ye Feng and his companions. His body was enveloped in pitch-black Profound Qi