"This ... The name of this poem is ..." Before the person who recited the name of the poem appeared, iron rat was already drenched in cold sweat.
His eyes darted around and his body tensed up. He clearly had not seen the enemy yet, but he was already extremely nervous, as if the other party would appear in front of him at any time.
Wuwuwuwu
A moment later, he heard a soft sound.
An exceptional figure appeared in front of the troops of the Yao mo Army.
The newcomer was dressed in white and had white hair. His face was like jade, and he had an extraordinary aura.
The cold and reticent [wind mark] did not even need to attack. Just standing in front of the enemy was enough to make the enemy unable to move.
One could see his extraordinary cultivation.
"Damn it ..." Iron rat's hand unconsciously clenched his weapon, and he thought to himself, a guy as strong as a monster has come ...
