C1385 He Was Trying to Establish His Prestige

Sam Moreels silently raised his horn and his eyes gradually became silent.

After that, Sam Moreels once again picked up the Judge's Brush and calmly wrote a word.

There was a 'stop,' there was a 'kill...' There was a 'stop' in front of him, and then there was a 'kill' in the back.

The pincer attack from both sides, any one of them would feel cold...

The corners of Linghu Jian's mouth twitched