C1036 Punishment for guilt

Under the setting sun, the afterglow sprinkled onto the land.

The black cloak fluttered with the wind. There was blood on the ground and corpses.

The bronze mask still flickered with a cold light.

Wu Feng drew a brush on the Sin Book with his hands. This was the third time he had used the Myriad Spirit Blood Sacrifice at the Profound God.

No one wanted to go to the Divine Hells and stay there