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

while the thunderous roar of the Nether Prison echoed behind him.Throughout the entire ordeal, he only uttered this single sentence.But for some reason, Zhang Linchuan suddenly felt a chill!On the ba...ted yin snakes, but in fact, the holy clan's inventory of yin clothes had been passed down many years ago.Since the appearance of the Yan Xiao, the activities of the Saint Clan have become increasingl...