PREVIEW
... e
“Rustle,” the oil-paper umbrella slowly opened.
In an instant, the arena fell silent. Not only did the stage become still, but an extraordinary hush enveloped the surrounding audience seats as well. In the very moment Wu Chengjue opened his umbrella, an incomparable burst of icy cold Qi erupted. At that moment, time seemed to freeze as a terrifying silence and depth engulfed everything.
The golden figure in the void, holding a knife, suddenly stiffened in his movements. ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE