C937 The Oriole Is at the Back

This mass of black fog was twisting and struggling in the holy white light. From afar, one could hear the miserable screams of the Nascent Infant tiny human. The black fog was illuminated by the white light for a long time before it was finally purified and turned into a white fog that drifted in the air. As the black fog was purified into a white fog, it accumulated into a large amount