C882 Wang Meng

Strands of demonic energy continuously throbbed on the ancient sword, as if it was the same feeling as Qin Fann's. Even though he looked calm on the surface, the depths of his heart had long since turned into a volcano, ready to erupt at any time.

But he knew that even if he was filled with rage, he could only endure it now, because the inside of the Capital of Sin was simply too chaotic