C73 Vermillion Bird Awakening

On a moonless night, the starlight faded.

In the darkness, Zhao Wangdao's sabre was stained with blood. Drops after drops of blood slid off the sabre and onto the ground.

Drip.

It was incomparably ear-piercing.

Yang Fann and Zhao Wu also woke up at this moment. They heaved a sigh of relief when they saw Gu Zhongtian, who had been pushed back dozens of feet and had a saber wound on his chest