C1319 Seeing Huangfu Hao Again

"Ahh!"

The ghosts were crying and the wolves were howling.

A gray vortex swept out from the center of the Zen platform, and a dark and cold killing intent filled the air.

In the Soul Refining Hall, the cold looking man called Xue Han was like a death god who had sought his life. The ghostly scythe in his hand glowed with a dark, cold light. Black fog rose into the air like a gathering demon