PREVIEW
... old Willow finally approached the end of its life.
The Thunder Patterned Gold Willow, fallen!
In the hollow eye sockets of the White Bone Beast King, the cold white pupils trembled violently at this moment.
Ziyun’s recent move had made it feel an intense sense of life-and-death crisis.
And just a short while ago, it had formed considerable enmity with that human who it had once deemed no more than an ant.
At that thought, the White Bone Beast King suddenly ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE