C175

Devil Domain

altar

The cold air assaulted his face, and the bone-piercing chill sent shivers down his spine.

In the darkness, he saw the red-clothed Feng Lingjue quietly standing on the altar. The corners of his clothes were fluttering in the wind, looking like a beautiful peony blooming in the air.

He quietly looked at the gigantic Soul Monument, the weak light shining on his face