"..."
"Damn Li Mochou!"
Looking at the naturally stunning yet solemn and elegant Gong Yajun before him, Fang Yang was exasperated.
He hadn't even had time to react.
Gong Yajun's Secret Technique had already commenced, and behind her, a Dharma body appeared with two purple moons sinking and floating in her pupils.
Both moons were like vortices.
They could almost swallow all light.
No sooner had they appeared than a layer of purple mist covered Gong Yajun's perfect figure.
She looked at the still expressionless Demon Lord before her, who nonetheless showed a trace of astonishment.
The corners of Gong Yajun's mouth curved up slightly, a smug look spreading across her face.
The Secret Technique was unleashed!
Everything should have come to an end now.
What of the Blood Rain Sect?
What of the Blood Rain Demon Lord?
In the end, were they not all going to lose to herself, a nun?
