C835 A fishy wind blows and a rain of blood falls(1)

The crowd, who was about to fight, stopped unconsciously.

Outside the Divine Dragon Tower, the wind and dust that filled the sky fell.

A white-robed Zhao Mingzhe appeared in front of everyone.

Slapping the dust on his body, Zhao Mingzhe felt an itch on his palms that were extremely powerful, and he continued to move forward.

Looking at Yan Qingyue