C535 The Choice of the Race

The brilliance in front of him gradually faded. Qin Biao once again returned to the white light space with tears all over his face. Jin Ling was still standing in front of him, radiating white light.

Jin Ling was still lying lazily on the ground. He raised one of his eyelids and said, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Who is that person?" Qin Biao slightly raised his head, his eyes filled with coldness