C783 A Cultivator Wearing a Cloak!
The rest remained silent.
On the platform, the chilling wind carried snowflakes that stung the skin on one's face.
Kong Ci had risen to his feet.
He turned to gaze at the corpse of the Rhinoceros, grinding his teeth in frustration.
So close, just a hair's breadth away.
Why was his luck so terrible?
The glimmer of hope that had finally emerged
