"Damn it, you're not going to help Jun Xiaoyao, are you trying to let him die at the hands of the Supreme Demon Corpse" Ji Xuan's face was grim."We believe in the Son's strength. You are incapable of...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.sory lightning pool.Boom!There was a sound of thunder crashing.In Jun Xiaoyao's palm, a drop of liquid appeared, emitting scorching lightning.Amidst destruction, there lies a rare force of vitality.Li...