C1222 Necropolis of the Dead Spirit Master

The roof falls in the rain, and the murals follow, flashing and flowing in the walls on both sides. In front and behind, there were dozens of demons blocking and blocking the way. They had already fallen into a hopeless situation and had no way to escape. At this time, Yaoyao did not make any sound. I was worried that she had fainted.

Just as I was thinking of a countermeasure