On the bloody battlefield, a heavy and oppressive aura was constantly spreading, making it difficult for people to breathe.
Jiang Li was dressed in silver armor and held a sword in his hand. He was holding a sword as he stood on the slope of the bloody soil. The red cape on his back was a little tattered and was slightly fluttering.
There was a sense of solemnity, but there was also a sense of heroism and desolation.
However, Jiang Li's expression was very calm. Since he had chosen to stay behind to guard the blood-colored battlefield, he should have expected everything to happen.
In the sky, Misty Smoke Rose and fell.
There was a beautiful woman in a palace dress who was quietly floating.
Jiang Li looked at this beautiful woman. Just by looking at her, he felt an inexplicable sense of fear in his heart.
It was a fear born from a huge difference in strength.
Puchi.
