C672 How Are You Doing?

His voice was extremely low and cold, as if he had come from hell.

Tang Jinse watched as black, terrifying mist slowly rose from Fu Jinyan's body, and gradually congregated into a pair of black wings, as if a Satan had descended.

He knew everything.

Tang Jinse finally regained his breath and his brain started to operate, his entire being was close to the edge of collapse