C510 Zhang Five Hundred and Eight, I Suddenly Had a Bold Idea.
It was as if a bone-chilling cold had risen from the bottom of his feet. Nuhong could feel his power being drained and his body becoming weak.
He still did not withdraw from the battle. This was the most sacred death, and no one could leave after the result of the battle.
He held his two-handed shield and looked at Chen Ming, feeling inexplicably afraid
