Previous chapter:
Chapter 768 - : Meteor Shower From the Astral World
Next chapter:
Chapter 770 - : Living Towards Death
PREVIEW
... d and disappeared like a ghost. Wherever the storm swept, there would always be a few faint wails.
A golden-armoured statue stood in the middle of the ruins like a statue.
His eyes were determined, and the lines on his face were tough as if he had been carved with the best stone carving knife.
The wails enveloped him.
However, he was not disturbed at all.
Vasnov knew very well that the wails did not happen at this moment but came from different periods of ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE