C1555 Thousands of Dragon Roars

Tens of thousands of Ghost Vines spread out. On top of the Ghost Vine, flames were burning, and above the flames, lightning was making crackling sounds.

Yang Xiameng's Red Silk was completely destroyed, but on her face... There was no expression on her face as she coldly harrumphed. After that... Slapping the Inventory Bag once again, a long sword appeared in her hand