C1327 True Intention!

The weather in the Wasteland was very dry. It was hard to avoid the lips peeling as time passed. At this moment, Zheng Feiyue was fighting with the dead skin on his lips.

The Demon Emperor sat quietly to the side, his expression somewhat sorrowful.

Zheng Feiyue knew what the Demon Emperor was worried about. The prophecy from his race was very correct