C987 Wasteland Moon Shooting

If the time was up and he was expelled from the game, it would be a waste of time if he did not succeed in integrating and obtaining the seven-colored ice.

Chen Mo frowned, he squinted his eyes, and without saying a word, he continued to control the white fire and melt the Colorful Profound Ice Layer.

Time continued to flow on.

"F * * k his grandmother, Young Master