After the war ended, the interrogation room was piled high with swords.
In the endless Sword Sense, a storm of swords like an angry Giant Dragon raged continuously and swiftly attacked the battered clothes of the middle-aged gray bear.
"Humph, even if you built the Mirage Sword Peak, you'll have to die today!"
Seeing the arrogant Ao Cangsheng take the initiative to attack for the first time, the middle-aged man in gray couldn't help but laugh.
"Stars, destroy the world!"
With a roar of hatred, arrogantly pale opposition, suddenly a shimmering river appeared.
The wilderness of starlight, without end, only the center of the Galaxy, countless twinkling stars, shining dazzling brilliance.
But the dazzling starlight, dense like an ice layer, like the ghastly Hell, swallowed the arrogance.
Thanks to the rapid rotation of the heavenly Galaxy, Su Cong's despised eyes became arrogant.
Bright stars again, like knives, cutting into the arrogant body.
