The gates of the holy city were more than ten feet wide. At dawn, the city gate finally fell silent, but the corpses were piled up like a hill at the gate. Some rolled down from above, still shaking, twitching, moaning, shouting. Some of them, though seriously injured and dying, struggled to crawl through the crowd...

Chapter 86 of the Founding Mingzun Blood God Mantra is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!