Chapter 1685
- Within a huge mortal city of incomparable years, a localized warship straddled, and the eighteen heavenly souls of Great Perfection's cultivation bases volatically exploded, rolling in all directions in the coldness!
- "My lord! Please! Don't grab my child! My lord!"
- A woman hugged her child tightly, and frantically kowtowed a young figure above the void, her forehead was already blushing, and blood dripped.