บท 537: [Axe of Nether River] VS [Iron Flowers Thrust]

Yang Xiaodong was flying with all his might.

The distant explosions coming from his back were torturing him. When he turned his head around, even though he was very far from the scene, he could see the red and white gleams streaking through the air.

Like a tsunami from the Nether World, the overflowing red glow was tyrannical and fearsome, dyeing the sky in the color of blood. Streaks of sparkling white spear mist were dancing and raging in the sea of blood like white-colored dragons.

As he looked at the distant scene, he was trembling with fear. At the same time, he was very worried.