C2468 No Cure
Yuwen Xiongtian just smiled.
The temperature at the entrance of the Divine Ruins of Boundless Ridge seemed to have dropped to -100 degrees Celsius.
Cold.
It was bone-chilling cold.
Many of the Martial Cultivator present were trembling uncontrollably.
Just how strong was Yuwen Xiongtian!
He just smiled.
The power that was created could not be underestimated
