C205

"Blood Soul Grass!"

In the depths of Black Tortoise Mountain, the early Jindan Stage powerhouse, Mu Qinglan, casually parted a pile of bushes. A shrub surrounded open space appeared in front of her.

The empty space in the middle was filled with bones, revealing a pale complexion. Waves of cold wind gently blew past, sounding like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves