Jian Yinhe, walking on the wilderness.
His long hair scattered over his shoulders, giving him a terrifying appearance, like a demon. After continuously devouring the essence blood of two strong men, he felt invigorated.
"Hehe, where should I look for prey next?"
Jian Yinhe half-squinted his eyes, emitting a chilling aura from head to toe, making people shiver with fear. At this moment, he was lurking in the night, like a venomous snake, looking toward a distant city.
"Sword City, this is quite a decent city, should find plenty of food here."
Jian Yinhe sneered, and then entered Sword City.
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Night, the cool breeze rustled.
Mo Wentian's right arm was severed, now he was half a cripple, both his strength and life force greatly diminished. After all, Mo Wentian was getting older, and suffered such severe injuries, naturally his organs were wounded.
