"Yan..."
Xiao Lun screamed heartbreakingly for the angel who was stepped on by the sword demon. Blood flowed out from Yan's wound, dyeing the surrounding barren land red. Xiao Lun looked at Yan helplessly, watching Yan use his last strength to say:
"Now I can only choose one at random... Choose one at random."
But he was stuck on the ground like a fool by the flaming sword. At this time, Xiao Lun's anger was filling his body, and there seemed to be some kind of energy sprouting.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
