C1619 The Tragic Qin Wushuang!

In the Divine Herb World, on a vast plain.

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"

A beam of Brilliant Sword Light tore through the sky and flew forward at a speed of ten thousand light-years per breath.

Even Qin Wushuang did not care about the spatial divine artifact left behind by the Rank 9 Top-Level True God.

It seemed that there was a group of Prehistoric Berserk Beasts chasing him crazily from behind