C399 Breakthrough
The battle had turned white-hot, forming a one-sided situation.
Zhan Ming's frustration deepened. Walking beside the crowd of cultivators, he was like a walking corpse, as if he had lost his soul.
There were shouts of battle, curses, self-detonation, and even sounds of begging for mercy.
Zhan Ming was in a trance, not knowing where he was or where he was going
