C337 With the death of the valley master the war god was infuriated

The two figures once again faced off, then separated, simultaneously stopping their attacks.

"Xiao Zhantian, with your current strength, you are not my match. "Obediently hand over what I want, or else next year's day will be the day of your death."

A man that was tightly wrapped in a black robe sneered. Opposite him was a middle-aged man wearing a red robe. Looking closely