"Here's alien army?"

Luo Fengtang was surprised. Didn't all the cult's troops withdraw? Why is there still a group here?

"The ghost is really lingering, let's rush out!"

Yang Ruoqing pulled out the knife on her body and held it in her hand.

The same is true for Luo Fengtang.

"Qing'er, follow me!" He growled lowly, squeezing the horse's belly with his slender legs.

He waved the steel knife in his hand and charged forward.

The two people rushed into the encirclement in an instant, and a fierce battle began...

Deep in the woods, a figure sat cross-legged and meditated on a black lotus-shaped throne.

He looked past the green gauze dancing in the wind and stared at the fierce battle ahead.

When he saw Luo Fengtang rushing forward, a contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

When the government forces the people to rebel, these generals and soldiers are the minions of the emperor.

You have to chop them all into pieces to relieve your hatred.

However, when the gaze behind the green gauze fell on Yang Ruoqing, the person's pupils shrank slightly.

is her?

In the heart that had long fallen into the abyss of darkness, the last faint light flashed through.
Chapter completed!