C1570 Traces of the fifth dark asura hall

In the vast snow-capped mountain, a large amount of snow was swirling in the air. As the snow fell, it emitted a cold aura.

In the air, Ling Yun watched as Ren Pingsheng left, his eyes revealing a pondering look, a trace of excitement.

"Boss."

The little fatty flew over, with a flowing mass of light in one hand, and a Silver-Moon Flood Dragon s in the other. In the other hand