C1177 Killing and Refining Corpses

"What do you mean? They died long ago? "

Semi-Saint Withered Grass had a face full of doubt, and was momentarily unable to comprehend the meaning of Gu Xuan's words.

At this moment, a sonic boom could be heard.

A human figure holding a flag swept towards Semi-Saint Withered Grass.

Wherever the flag passed, space trembled