y resisting the erosion of the poison mist, which is what makes every cultivator tremble with fear.The poisonous fog was no longer a threat, Qin Sang secretly let out a sigh of relief, pondering how t...culate his flight path and encircled him relentlessly.Qin Sang was like a drop of water falling into boiling oil; his arrival threw this world into chaos.He was completely out of sight.Qin Sang was su...
Chapter 1232: The Little Person