The white-haired elder had a pair of pitch-black palms with long sharp claws.
He sent the Goddess Ruo Shui flying and tried his best to lean out of the River of Forgetfulness.
Its monster-like claws rose as high as possible, as if it wanted to hand something to Jiang Li.
"Save me! Save me!"
The large hand with sharp claws slowly opened, as if wisps of divine light surged out from between the opened fingers.
It made the sinister and terrifying Netherworld seem to become colorful.
In the River Earl's palm lay a beautiful woman.
With just a glance, one could not help but have an illusion.
This woman could glow!
It was as bright as the rising sun and as scorching as the waves of a lotus…
It was as light as the clouds covering the moon and as fluttering as the wind.
At a glance, she was a beauty that was not inferior to the Goddess, Ruo Shui.
