In Dragon City and Devil City, there was a well-dressed, radiant old man, gasping for breath, who had been revised in the early stage of the Country of Wu. Among the demons of Dragon City and Devil City, the old man stared at the flare, a smile appearing on his face, murmuring: "It's quite amusing to have me do this."
The old man's breath suddenly surged, like a volcano eruption, he washed away the young tree of the Han Dynasty, intimidating the demons.
In the early stage of Ayang in the Country of Wu.
"The late stage of the Country of Wu."
"In the early stage of the Martial Emperor."
Indeed.
The old man's breath soared to the peak of the late stage of the Martial Emperor, then halted, sighing: "It has been a long time since my release from prison."
The old man paid no attention to the astonished gazes of the people, his wide sleeves dropped, instantly forming a space rift, the old man stepped into the rift and walked away.
