C135 Concealment of the Way of Assassination

Although he had not witnessed or experienced that battle before, Xiao Mu could still imagine the scene of mountains and rivers being dyed in blood, and mountains and rivers being torn apart.

He could not help but feel a wave of cold air rush into his head from the bottom of his feet.

In this kind of bloody battle, the chances of Xiao Fenglin winning became increasingly slim, almost impossible