C1968 White Fog Land
"I will try my best."
As he spoke, the aura of the fire cloud gradually weakened. Finally, it turned into a red light and stopped on Yu Huahai's chest.
When Xiao Yang heard this, he clenched his fists. Blood flowed out from his fists, but he did not look at it or say anything.
He turned around and plunged into the white mist.
He knew that the fire cloud was creating an opportunity for him
