C1170 Heart Demon Grass(1)

Thick black smoke billowed, flickering with runes that sent shivers down the spine. 'Qiao Gao,' with eyes as dark and cold as obsidian, wore a twisted expression. Behind him, one phantom after another shimmered—each representing an invincible powerhouse. There were prodigies from the Divine Mansion Stage, peerless experts from the Cave Heaven Stage