C174 Was He Going to Break Through

Xiao Jian's figure had just disappeared into the black poisonous fog.

The black swamp behind him was like a boiling pot of oil, boiling. Slowly, the ghost doll stuck its head out of the black swamp. However, at this moment, his image was completely in line with his nickname, the ghost doll.

His face was full of bumps and hollows, his blood dripping, his hair was disheveled