At this moment, Wenren lingse was standing alone in the air.
Her short hair fluttered in the wind, brushing past her delicate and cold eyes. Her eyes were like the stars before the dawn of the winter night, full of calmness and determination after making up her mind.
In his hands, a flag on the left and a halberd on the right, a murderous aura rose up.
On the opposite side of the demon sect, even though their clothes were old and tattered, and they looked Haggard and disheveled, it could not hide the imposing manner of the demon sect that had dominated for a period of time in the past. At this moment, they were full of killing intent and murderous aura.
