C4855 Grief and Tears(part I)

The purple-robed old man was already as dry as a dead tree, but he was still firmly held in the mouth of the red-faced golden-scaled dragon. With a smooth and smooth swing of the axe, he directly cut the opponent in two from the middle.

The luxurious purple robe instantly turned into two pieces of rags, and along with the surging blood, it fell down