In the depths of the cemetery, in front of a majestic tombstone, Yang Feng finally met the generalissimo of the Northern Legion after nearly half a year.

He was wearing a black coat and stood alone in front of the tombstone.

He is tall, even if he only has his back to you, he can still make people feel a sense of oppression, which is a powerful aura accumulated after years of baptism of war and countless lives and deaths.

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Chapter 118 My Goal is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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