C162 Song of the Blood

The sun was high in the west, and the moon was high in the east.

The autumn wind was blowing and the air was filled with bleakness.

In the depths of Ultimate Dragon Ridge Valley, Wen Zhong's armor shone coldly against the moonlight. His beard was white under his chin, and it blew wildly against the mountain wind. Carrying a Yin-yang Dual Mace on his back, his footsteps carried no signs of aging