A man was trampling on thorn bushes, carrying a huge flaming sword on his back. His majestic figure, which was a head taller than an ordinary person, was branded under the blood moon like a demon.
The dirty gray robes were cut open by strange and sharp thorns. The front of the ancient road was like an abyss that preyed on people, filled with dark mist, leading to the coming of death.
Lin Huang turned his head and glanced coldly behind him, then stepped into the darkness, which was the end of the ancient road.
This is a world of cultivation with a perverted protagonist
