C107 Flatworm
The Xia Qingfeng at this moment was no longer the Xia Qingfeng who had just escaped from the desolate island. After endless slaughter, his body already had a kind of killing intent that surpassed the mountains of corpses and the seas of blood.
This kind of killing intent was as sharp as a blade.
It was like the cruelty of a devil.
It was like the cold wind of hell.
It was not only him