PS: Sincerely requesting base monthly ticket! The monthly opening ticket is crucial for the author! Today officially wrapped up busy work, starting with resuming word count, then gradually restoring time over the next few days,
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"Burial Sky Divine Fire, Power of God Slaying?"
Shi Zhiming had a terrible headache, instinctively wanting to rub his forehead, but instead touched the mask on his face.
"Imperial Lord?"
Wisdom Demon Mountain looked at Shi Zhiming with an inquiring gaze: "Why not give it a try?"
In this brief moment, Chu Xisheng had already rushed to the front of them, and the few people on the back of the Little Xuanwu Turtle were all ready for combat.
Their Imperial Lord Shi Zhiming, however, showed no reaction.
Wisdom Demon Mountain thought of that figure, like a ghost god, slaughtering wantonly in thick fog at Wind God Tower, and felt a bit uneasy.
Yet he really wanted to see if that mysterious master was in Chu Xisheng's team.
