C512 Sanlang

The remaining black-cloaked elder of the Han Wu Sect felt his hair stand on end and his beard stand on end. He straightforwardly spoke about his approaching murderous intent. A dozen members of the Han Wu Sect stood up one after another and gripped their weapons tightly.

As the murderous aura got closer and closer, the merciless desert became even colder.

"Swish."

Suddenly