The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade. course, is the black blood of Heaven.... is also Jun Xiaoyao's trump card.After blending the divine black blood into his body.Suddenly, billowing black mist engulfed Jun Xiaoyao's figure.If an ordina...