The city of Huaiyang was gradually shrouded in darkness. A gust of morning wind blew, blowing gusts of wind on the door panels, as if to wake up the soldiers who were still sleepwalking.

Long Yu slowly put away the ice harp in his hand and looked at everything around him with a smile on his face. A light appeared on the ground, and soldiers walked out of the light. A soldier touched his body and was completely stunned, "I, I have reached the blood casting ...