C227 Young Man

No one can take it, no one can stop it.

When he thought of this, Feng Zhilong suddenly smiled.

The huge city gate rumbled and closed.

...

In the dark hall of the royal family, a pitch-black figure stood in the huge shadow.

"Are they the thermomechanical weapon troops?"

The figure slowly walked out of the shadow. He was a young man who was about the same age as Feng Zhilong