C414 An Attack by Tang Weiji

The flame danced like a candle in the night, wrapped in golden glass, looking like an old man on his last breath, as if it would die in the next second.

Tianxin let the cold sweat crawl all over his body in an instant. Weak appearances didn't necessarily mean weak. On the contrary, in those seemingly unremarkable places, there were often key factors that could determine one's life and death