Swordsmanship, Ink, works
e side. Then, with both hands held high, he swept them horizontally across, his sharp, elongated nails seeming as if they would slice through Yúnfēng's throat."Good fellow, this silver corpse is not..., they walked towards the direction of the armored tanks.Yúnfēng's premonition was very accurate. Just as they walked out not far, one person took out their phone and started making contact."Master, y...