The black needle was attached to a chaotic and chaotic spirit as it suppressed the blood and entered the figure of the Warring Cloud.
Oh no.
The sky was filled with the clouds of war, and the sounds of neighing pierced through the town of the lake. Those scarlet eyes, which were as red as Bing Yan's, were currently restless as they stared at An Di Er.
However, the Warring Cloud did not attack in the same way. Instead, it retreated to the side of Bing Yan, opened his collar that was biting his black robe, threw him on his back, and quickly disappeared into the Mist.
Andier did not catch up as expected, just because he had already reached his goal. His blue-golden eyes were full of malice that made people's flesh creep.
The beacon-shaped cloth had been running very fast. Once it slowed
