C3248 Lord Wong Chuan

Psst. Psst. Psst. Psst. Psst.

A series of sounds of flesh being pierced suddenly rang out in the forest.

A total of seven Martial Cultivator from the Burning Heaven Realm's realm core camp fell to the ground, dead beyond compare.

However, until they swallowed their last breath, their eyes were wide open, as if they had never expected that an enemy would suddenly appear here