C641 It Was on the Verge of Breaking out

Black light surged out from behind the iron gate. He stabbed the rusty iron sword into the ground. Black disgust began to wrap around the white bones. Gradually, flesh and blood began to grow.

Dark clouds covered the snowy mountain.

The thunder rumbled here and there. It fell down in all directions, causing gravel to fly in all directions. Thunder and fire roared.

"Woof, woof, woof