C243 Not Fish Meat

Drip.

The rain that carried the stench of blood fell densely on the land that was filled with roars.

The Demon Beast that was covered in a fiendish aura and surrounded by an evil aura could not help but stop biting and biting. They no longer used any of their innate abilities.

They raised their heads. Like a statue, they quietly looked at the human figure on the Flying Tiger Ridge