The battle quickly came to an end.
The people below began to count their spoils.
Fang ping stepped on the blood-red ground. At this moment, it was mixed with the river water. The blood spread even wider, and the nearby area was all blood-red.
In the distance, the mountains crumbled and the earth cracked. The avalanche was still spreading.
He casually took a blood-stained document and held it in his hand. Fang ping glanced at it and looked at the spiritual body that was still colliding in The Golden House. He said calmly,""You've done a good job in charity. You've even set up orphanages all over the world. I'm sorry to say that you're a cult!"
The middle-aged man continued to charge forward without saying a word or self-destructing.
Unless it was a critical moment, this kind of person was more afraid of death than ordinary people.
