A Tough Gang Fight

Thousands of meters in the air, jumping down, with the sun behind and the sword in front. I don't know the way forward. I don't care about things. I can only live towards death. At the end of the world of cultivation, even if we practice to the extreme, human physique cannot meet the current needs of combat power. Sooner or later, we will be killed by the mechanical tribe, the insect tribe, the giant demon tribe, and the strange tribe! It is a chaotic body and can accept transplantation without rejection! Blue Star has brought disaster to our world! No, Blue Star brings hope to our world!