Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

ey were drawn out and intertwined with Xu Xiangqian's blood.A layer of blood-colored light cocoon flashed, with text moving on it, shrouding Wang Yiwu within.Trapped in a cocoon spun from blood!“Go!”...lf in both sides of the conflict, rehearsing how he would respond at that moment, and then comparing it to the actions of the talented young prodigies currently clashing.Let's see whose response is mo...