As the voice sounded, a man slowly rose from the pit.

The man had messy long hair, torn clothes, and a rickety figure...... It's really embarrassing to look at, like a monster that is neither human nor ghost.

Although the movement of everyone present was restricted, their eyes could still slip away, and when they saw this figure, their pupils shrank incomparably.

In addition to the red ......

Chapter 817 of "My Warlock" Your strength is in the middle of a hand, please wait a moment,

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