C552 Ten Million Reward(1)

A few dozen miles away from the Dead City, Chiang Zhan was crazily killing specters, tempering himself with killing, immortality, and devouring. These were three special types of blade intent.

Xia Yiyu, on the other hand, was quietly watching from the side. Her eyes, which were as bright as stars, were filled with tenderness and sweetness, like a young girl in love