C1587 Despair

1587. Despair.

Undead Immortal Elder's voice was filled with anger, sadness, and a kind of unwillingness to be thrown into the mortal world when I just reached the Peak.

"Who are you? Who exactly are you?!"

Undead Immortal Elder stared at Ning Qi, as if he wanted to find some clues on Ning Qi's face