C3163 The Power of Creation

The falling flames and the fragments of the ancient warship interweaved into a beautiful picture.

Meng Fann, who was wearing a green robe, stood in the middle of the picture. He looked so tiny and eye-catching.

In the center of the violent vortex, Meng Fann's clothes were fluttering gently. His eyes passed through all the flames and jumped over the warships in the distance