Xiaoyao just spoke.A soft, fragrant body crashed into his arms.But seeing Jiang Shengyi, her fairy-like face flushed red, her beautiful eyes dazed, her vermilion lips slightly parted, exhaling a breat...The Three Realms Prince showed a hint of surprise.

Ye Junlin's methods were more fierce and ruthless than he had imagined.

In his hand, a Honghong sapling was sacrificed, colliding with the Purgatory Spear.

The horrifying tide, vast and boundless, surged forth.

Sharp gun flashes, intertwined with the aura of the Honghuang.

The two figures separated once more.

Then Ye Junlin charged again, like a black-armored war god, his moves fierce and sharp.

At this, all present held their breath.

This kind of battle is too intense.

And every move is fatal.yriad worlds of existence, had all once been touched by the specter of the Ghost-Faced Woman.But the woman with the ghostly visage was shrouded in mystery, as if she never existed in ancient history.S...