C1910 Face Slapping

"Dongfang Qingyu!" The Hand of God's eyes widened. The face that was etched deeply into his memory gradually overlapped with the face in front of him. The expression on his face turned extremely ugly, and his voice sounded as if it was squeezed out from the gaps between his teeth.

"I'm in the human camp. My ID is Dongfang Qingyu. It's monotonous and it's a group fight