Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yuan Qingtian froze in the mud.
'Could it be... Is it?!'
When he thought of some kind of possibility, Yuan Qingtian began convulsing vigorously.
He subconsciously wanted to eat a mouthful of dirt.
Enduring the severe pain that was spreading throughout his body, he struggled to turn over and finally discovered that figure.
The figure was dressed in black, with a mask on his face. However, his back was like a majestic mountain that gave them an unparalleled sense of security.
Yuan Qingtian spat out the dirt in his mouth, his eyes filled with hot tears.
There was only one person whom the Demon Clan disciples would address as Senior Brother in unison.
He would never be able to reach that level…
...
Chen Chen also looked at Yuan Qingtian, who was lying on the ground in the distance, sighing and thinking to himself that he was built tough.
'How many times has it been?'