“You are a Sinner!”

Zhang Longcheng exclaimed in shock as though had he seen a ghost in the daytime.

He was dumbfounded and even forgot to struggle and escape.

Because, above Ye Qingyu's head, that blood mist was twisting and charging up, like a coiling dragon, writing out a huge ancient seal character——

Sin!

A huge word ‘sin’.

That red qi and blood mist were like the most conspicuous blood ink in the world. The sky was treated as a ...