Zhou Fengyue thought that the opponent was probably betting everything. It's said that the waters of the Heavenly Realm fall to the human world as clouds. With such black clouds spreading across the Central Plains, were the seas and lakes in the sky pierced? He couldn't help but curse, disrupting his Inner Qi, leaning against the stone carvings, his hair white as a drenched old dog, breathing rapidly.
The heart beats weakly.
In a certain city, the Qin Army's iron soldiers roared while pulling the trigger of the Mo Family's Mechanical Crossbow.
"Get lost, this isn't your territory!"
Yang Jinxian, with a broken arm, stood on the platform of the Western Regions' Protectorate General, roaring:
"How can you say we have no clothes!"
