C478 Eighteen Demon Territory.
At this time, the mist had already been completely absorbed by the gem.
The palace returned to a dead silence. Wang Qiuer tightened her arms around her chest. She was a little scared of this kind of environment.
Qian Xiaoyi didn't have time to feel the softness of his arms. His gaze fell on the center of the palace.
There was a complicated pattern carved there