C258 Great Rippling

The last bit of sunset was gradually drowned by darkness.

It was as if Li Qianyang's life was taken away by the god of death in hell. He fell down, but his eyes were still open as he looked at Lee Pu. Even now, he still couldn't understand what kind of power it was.

The cold wind blew, lifting up Lee Pu's long hair and his clothes. He turned his face to the side