C4829 The Immortal Weapon Went out of Control

People keep falling, and the air is filled with a nauseating smell of blood.

Between the heavens and the earth, the melodious and sorrowful sound of a flute rang out. It was as if the Great Dao of the world was offering sacrifices to those experts who had died.

A general's success would be like ten thousand bones withering away.

This scene was familiar