C427 Three Saints of Moqi

At the edge of the East Continent, a faintly discernible figure was rapidly moving forward.

His aura was in disarray, and he looked to be in a sorry state with wounds all over his body.

"Yang Fann, I will make you die a miserable death and pay with your blood." He gritted his teeth and turned back to look in the direction of Dajin, his eyes filled with boundless hatred