C1292 Li Dacheng the Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell!

Dongfang Luyong's fleeing figure abruptly slowed to a halt.

After a few more steps propelled by inertia, he came to a complete stop.

He lowered his head to the wooden sword that had impaled his chest through the mask he wore.

In that moment, Ye Hong could almost sense the body's emanating resentment and a profound sense of unwillingness...

A towering, seething hatred.

With a heavy thud