‘because I am the daughter of the witchcraft clan, the king of the Imperial Dragon Continent, the god of the witchcraft!’
These simple 18 words were directly shouted out from the mouth of the cloud note. It actually made Luo Jiajun, Luo Jiachen, Hong Ling and Wei Ze, as well as Wei Xiao, Wang Ruoya, Wei Min and Wei Lin.., including all the people from the upper class of Puluo City who were standing around, it was as if a wisp of smoke from the battlefield had appeared in front of their eyes.
Yun Zhi, who was holding the butterfly knife in her hand, was like a grim reaper from hell. It was as if she was stepping on thousands of corpses. Wherever the blade passed by, she was the King!
A young girl who looked like she was only in her teens, in front of everyone present, when everyone thought that she would definitely not be able to hold on at this moment, she actually straightened her back, held the knife in her hand, and fought in all directions!
