C1717 Regret

1717. Regret.

"What, what's going on?"

Qing Gui and the others stared at the mountain peak in the distance, which had been razed to the ground. The smoke and smoke had dispersed. Shagui walked out of the mountain in a sorry state, limping. The white bones on his knees broke through the skin and were exposed to the air. His right arm had also disappeared, and blood kept dripping from the wound