ure swept through the air, protected by the bone of a saintly king, impervious to the black mist's erosion.Then, Jun Xiaoyao also entered the Divine Tower.As for the rest, including Jiang Shengyi and...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.was still worn.In her hand, she seemed to hold a ball of light.Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled. He stepped forward and slowly extended his hand.He touched the ghost woman's hand.It is not an imaginary phantom...