In the mountains, Chu Feng was picking up the spoils of war. When he picked up the sorcerer God’s scarlet bow, he staggered and suddenly fell to the ground. His body trembled and he was unable to get up.
There was a terrifying curse on it. It was a weapon that had been passed down from ancient times and had survived for a long time.
Chu Feng struggled a few times before falling to the ground again.
“How dare you touch the Witch God’s things? Ha, you sure have guts. It’s a pity that you still fell for it.”A voice came from afar.
Although it was an underground world, it was no different from the ground. Two divine beasts walked out of a forest. The one who spoke was a snow-white dragon-horned beast.
It was like a Pegasus, snow-white as jade. On its head grew a pair of dragon horns and on its ribs were three pairs of snow-white wings that circulated divine level energy.
