e, as sharp as swords, they rained down upon the little firebird.The little fire crow cried out in alarm, abandoning the mountain cliff ghost king who had been scorched by the Brahma Flame and was bad...Xiang Qingcheng's eyes were filled with endless melancholy. Her gaze was clear and sharp, yet unintentionally revealing a myriad of sorrows. 。trolling the eighteen golden men before and now controlling these eighteen puppets was familiar territory. However, the opponent's strength was still formidable. As for Emperor Qin Ling and the Star B...