C1120 Pursuit

At this moment, Yao Ping's body was in a state of devastation, and he looked like a dead man. Before the slaughter had even ended, his life force had already weakened to a point where it was on the verge of disappearing.

Strangely, at this moment of life and death, a strange smile suddenly emerged on his face.

He raised his hand, and in a pitch-black cage, Wang Mang's face was facing the sky