Above the lush and quiet woods, a mysterious and mysterious gate suddenly appeared.
A figure with black mist flowing around it floated down from the door.
Looking around, Xiao Chen couldn't help but frown slightly, even though he was a demon cultivator.
His stomach was disemboweled, his limbs were broken off, his skin and flesh were separated, and his head fell to the ground!
Ragged corpses can be seen everywhere, and the smell of blood in the air almost condenses into substance.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
