C67 Blood Night Sacrifice

In the darkness of the night, there was no trace of light. The endless darkness was like the descent of a Satan.

The wind howled, and the battle continued.

Zuo Qiang was the same, perspiring profusely, there were a few cuts on his body that cut deeply into his flesh, but he did not have any expression of pain, instead, it was as if he was laughing, but every time he laughed