C1006 Fosamba

Ku Hai walked toward Wang Shuo, as if he was enjoying the fun.

They enjoyed the feeling of being powerless, and they enjoyed the sorrow of these people who had suffered a crushing defeat.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly, an aged voice sounded.

The Sea of Bitterness turned its head, its gaze cold.

It was an old monk with long eyebrows like silver satin