C1342 A Dying Man
The air was like a tide, the wind blowing through the long forest.
A formless and powerful pressure instantly spread out, enveloping everyone's body and mind.
At the top of the stone pillar, Chu Hen's clothes were fluttering in the wind as he looked at the group of people in front of him with an indifferent attitude.
"Hua!"
The heartstrings of everyone in the Martial Sect violently trembled