C84 Cataclysm

When the two of them arrived, the long sword that Xiao Ziyang was wearing was returned to his hands.

Standing in midair, a fishy stench shot up into the sky. Zhang Ge's two fingers were clasped together as if he was about to cast a spell, but he seemed to have forgotten the incantation. He hurriedly looked at the incantation embroidered on his clothes and muttered something