Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

and sizes, tangible and intangible, are constantly flowing in from every direction.The ghastly white smoke seemed almost solid, making the place look like a desolate and dangerous wasteland.Let me kno...ang Jiande's single spear repelled the autumn attack of the army, this scene looked tragic and brave.His footsteps, once light as air, grew heavier with each passing stride.Every step, like treading o...