C395 Dark Lord

It was already deep, and the night sky was deep.

The walls on both sides of the cliff were as sharp as knives. In the Heavenly Canyon, the mountain wind was as cold as knives, as if they were bone marrow.

Amidst the whistling sound of the wind, a silhouette was drawn out by the faint moonlight. His entire body was covered in blood, and his expression was cold