C315 The Clone of the Desolate Lord

In the third level of Heavenly Palace of Eastern Wasteland, except for the mountain-like corpse of the Blood Spirit Dragon, there was only darkness and silence.

The entire spatial zone was at a loss, and no one knew where the border was.

A desolate aura that had experienced the vicissitudes of time filled the air.

Ling Yun was already very familiar with this Qi. This..