C1787 If He Doesn't Get Lost, He will Die

The Holy Light, the Banquet Hall.

"Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!"

A disgusting man who was not more than 1.6 meters tall and was as fat as a winter melon walked towards Gui Ling with large strides under the protection of a group of Top-Level Domain God guards.

Wherever he passed, the young masters who were surrounding Gui Ling all retreated as if that short winter melon was some kind of ferocious beast