C4227 A Wisp of the Sword God's Divine Sense

Li Yijian looked at the skeletal hand of the thirty-first cult leader, Evil Saint, on his shoulder.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Lightly shaking his shoulder, the skeletal hand that the thirty-first generation leader of the Heavenly Demon Cult, Evil Saint, had placed on his shoulder gently shook away.

With a fake smile on his face