"All of you may leave."
"From dawn, kill all the dark Souls in the huangdu city."
Jiang huailu's tone was indifferent, as if she was a goddess from heaven.
Lu huaijiang looked at the little guy, his heart thumping.
He took a deep breath.
Zhu Yan looked at Chu Liang. At this moment, he was in the main hall, surrounded by many people. "The first time you asked the day wandering God to draw a circle around the temple of salvation with a branch, are you going to draw it again this time?" he asked.
"I'm worried that he'll break his legs." After all, the entire huangdu was not small.
Jiang huailu grinned and opened his palm, revealing a Wolf's hair brush.
He waved it toward the horizon, and a golden light flashed across the sky.
It was as if a bolt of lightning had suddenly appeared and surrounded the entire desolate capital. It landed right at the edge of huangdu, not an inch more, not an inch less.
