C515 Warfare

Time flowed like water. The last spell formation was set up and specks of light covered the entire sky. They quietly disappeared and blended together with the night.

Sitting cross-legged on the grass, Tang Chuan quietly waited for Old Daoist Zhang's arrival. Beside him, Xu Hanshan stood proudly with his sword in his arms. His pair of black eyes were like sharp blades, slashing through the night