C894 Zhang Baike, the Sun Is Broken.
Chen Ming stood on one end of the ice bridge, his black armor fluttering in the wind.
Linghao stood on the other end of the ice bridge, his white robe fluttering in the wind. The wind blew his white robe fluttering.
Linghao’s body moved slightly as he lifted the Double Moon Trident beside him and rushed towards Chen Ming.
Chen Ming squinted his eyes and felt a great pressure
