Lines of ink qi, darker than the night itself, constantly surged towards Zhao Ping'an from all directions.>>Zhao Ping'an was not standing still. His spiritual energy leaked out, and his whole body ro...
Chapter 738
Lines of ink qi, darker than the night itself, constantly surged towards Zhao Ping'an from all directions.>>Zhao Ping'an was not standing still. His spiritual energy leaked out, and his whole body ro...