C556 Tomb of No Monolith

Thirty-Seven

Huo Gaoya was like an old dog who was about to die. The thirst in his stomach made him stick out his tongue, and he staggered forward with his head lowered. His consciousness had long since become blurry, and he would no longer be able to notice that there was an additional figure in front of him.

With a muffled bang, Huo Gaoya's head knocked against the figure's chest