"The Wings of a Dream-like heavenly spirit beast?"
He looked at it carefully for a while, and his eyes were filled with excitement.
The wing was real, it was indeed the wing of the dream-like heavenly spirit beast.
He stood up from the ground and flicked his finger. A flame landed on the middle-aged man's corpse, burning it into ashes. His brows were tightly knitted together.
"Is it man-made or a coincidence?"
There were not many people who knew that he needed the blood essence of the dream-like Holy Spirit beast. Other than him and Xiao ran, all the top forces in the capital knew about it.
After all, the resurrection of Princess Qing ning that night had caused too much of an anomaly.
Even sky Yao had appeared, and there was more than one.
He had killed them with thunderous methods, but the news still spread.
"If it's a scheme, then who is it? What was his purpose in doing this? If not, would there really be such a coincidence in this world?"
