C2977 Bad Luck.

2977.

"We just entered the Firmament Battlefield." As Lu Shaoyou spoke to Yanshan, his eyes swept across the surroundings of the canyon. In just a short period of time, no less than 150 people had fallen in the Netherworld Spirit's formation. There were only about four hundred people left.

Lu Shaoyou's eyes shifted slightly. He turned to Yanshan and asked