Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

nescapable, that icy coldness felt like it was brushing his throat.Suddenly, a black candle-shaped phantom shot out from Jiang Wang's Heavenly Palace. The old general Ji Cheng was caught off guard and...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ranches of the snake hit the sword circle one after another, making a sound like incessant bells.Jiang Wang was like someone who hadn't prepared an umbrella, suddenly encountering a downpour in an ope...