C58 Xiong Wuji

A vague kingdom materialized behind the man in the black robe, with countless pallid hands reaching out, generating gusts of frigid wind that howled through the air. Dark clouds gradually formed in the sky, completely obscuring the sunlight.

Everyone felt an icy chill emanating from deep within their souls.

Wu Jingsheng's battle spirit soared. Clutching his staff, he stood his ground