At night, the wind howls, and only a few heavy trucks have traversed the long highways. Perhaps no one noticed the crimson glow in the dense forest beside him, for the night was consumed by a great black wind.
Those harsh individuals akin to wanderers typically take over and devour the opposition in the sky, wash upon the thorny creatures, and in the phoenix's sound, the chaotic blood. But now, they are like fragile paper, united in the void by a giant transparent palm, and instantly, all is gone.
Ye Fengsheng, through participating in the Dan wedding, honed two ancient mortal skills, pressing down the spirits of the dead as much as possible.
The living have no chance to commit crimes. An old soul cannot stir waves with the spiritual power left after death.
