The heavens and the earth are dark, the gaps are dense, the wind tears all things, and the wind that blows from time to time melts the flesh and bones, fragmenting the primordial spirit, making it impossible for people to move forward wantonly; Occasionally, lightning would emerge and die in the distance, piercing through the layers of shadows and casting a pitiful brightness.

Xia Qi's face was a little deep, a little dignified and a little worried under the reflection of the thunder.

He walked slowly among them, taking the almost samadhi kamikaze roar as an idleness, but instead of flying away, he used it

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