C582 He Ran away in a Panic

The cold wind in the air was as sharp as a knife, and the tiny spatial cracks in the air flashed with dark evil light, like the eyes of countless demons blinking.

The black-clothed man stood tall in this space, as if he were the true ruler.

Ling Kong coughed. He bent his waist and spat out a large mouthful of blood. After a long while, he stood up again and said coldly