C1098 Take over

Several disciples of the Divine Dream Sect held shining long swords in their hands as they rode a ragged youth to Zuo Chang's side. The young man's skin was covered in blood. His face was pale and his aura was weak. Hearing Mo Li's voice, he looked up and forced out a smile. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but blood came out.

Looking at the tormented Wu Pokong