C1642 air gap competition
Puff!
On the southern stands, the third elder of the Spirit Mountain Sect spat out a mouthful of blood.
He took a step back weakly, as if he had been struck hard.
A paleo-chieftain quietly refuted.
"Even so, this Feng Wuhuang is way too strong, right?"
"Jin Qing, Bai Lan, which one of them isn't a proud son of heaven in an astonishing era