C190 Pure yang little golden man

Then, above a vast city, the netherworld wind and the raindrops of weak water intertwined with each other, surging non-stop. In a blink of an eye, the entire city was enveloped within.

It was as if the chaotic world was coming to an end and the winds and storms were blowing endlessly. Who knew when the war would come to an end?

To be precise, as long as Qin Kong did not cancel his sacred art