C2003 A Wisp of the Sword God's Divine Sense

Li Yijian looked at the skeletal hand the 31st Evil Lord had patted on his shoulder.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Lightly shaking his shoulder, the skeletal hand that the thirty-first Evil Saint had placed on his shoulder gently moved away.

He gave the Evil Saint a fake smile and said indifferently