Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

ain sealed for at least a hundred years. It's hard to imagine that Quemeng Chen could have anticipated the dangers emanating from Wuan City.Jiang Wang is no longer afraid of strong opponents, only th...relentless pursuit.Even as he plummeted into the depths of hell, that face, painted crimson with blood, still wore a fiendish grin.Though he could not speak, his eyes clearly conveyed— "These two head...