C331 Tripartite

In the evening, the moon rose.

High up in the sky, it was like a meteor descending onto the ground, and an extremely swift afterimage descended.

The wound had stopped, but Zhang Yang's face was extremely pale. Only his calm eyes were frightening black.

He was indeed injured, but it was not serious. What truly chilled him to the core was the aura of impending doom.

Between life and death