Chapter 497: Crimson Cloud Purple Fruit

ying needle tumbled in mid-air, its light dimming suddenly. The young man in black robes panicked and hastily recalled the needle. He checked his magic weapon with a pained expression, relieved to see...ard of the Southern Ming's fire assault charged into the blood-soaked battlefield. Observing their path, they weren't headed for the center of the formation, otherwise, it would be annihilation rather...