C1441 The Pride of the Thousand Dragons

"Clang!"

His black hair danced in the wind, his white robe fluttered in the wind, it was dark, silent, desolate, and desolate. It was as if he was the only one left in the world, grand, mysterious, supreme, filled with the will of immortality.

Death's erosion, the pressure of mystery, it was as though it wanted to devour the heavens and annihilate all living things.

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