The full moon rises in the east, and the night wind suddenly picks up!
In the desolate and eerie Chaotic Burial Hill, exposed corpses can be seen everywhere.
At this moment, a figure appears from the distance, faintly discernible, with a dog following him.
The figure mutters and curses, revealing a hint of helplessness.
Although his voice is light and slow, each word is like the tide of Nielong River, deafening and instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"That is...?"
Ma Miaoyun looks up and sees a firelight in the vast night, coming closer and closer, with intense blood energy and a mottled red glow.
She is all too familiar with such aura.
Having met briefly and tasted defeat once.
"Is it him!?"
Ma Miaoyun's heart stirs slightly, her eyes fixed on the figure, a flicker of surprise in her beautiful eyes.
"Thank god, boss, you finally came."
Wang Xuanzhi looks at the figure clad in blood-red armor and finally breathes a sigh of relief.