C517 The Threat of the Demon Soul

"Roar ~ ~" Let me out, nemesis will spare your life! "

In the face of the Ancient Devil Soul's human-like eyes, Wu Hao didn't even glance at it, holding the Scythe of Primal Chaos in his hand and staring straight at it from afar.

In next to no time, the scene before his eyes abruptly changed.

Very soon, his consciousness sank into a dark space.

This space gave off a mysterious aura