On the summit of Moon Howling Peak.
A man held a drumstick, facing a war drum that resembled a primordial ferocious beast.
A man held a blazing fire in his hand, as if it could incinerate everything under the sky.
A man formed a spell seal in the air, a mysterious aura sweeping across the heavens and earth.
On the summit of Moon Howling Peak, this scene was quite spectacular.
Probably Dong Xiaotian and the other two never expected.
That one day, the three of them would bring out their strongest trump cards to deal with one person.
The great battle was on the verge of breaking out, and many held their breath.
"Can he win?"
On Moon Watching Peak, Shen Jing was extremely nervous, sweating in his palms, as if Qin Chen's defeat would mean his own life was at risk.
Shua—
Facing the approaching Dong Xiaotian and the other two, Qin Chen's face showed no trace of panic.
With a wave of his great hand, he collected the last remaining Black Wood Coffin from the ground.
