Mist Demon Lord's counterattack.” 。The Great Fire-Car Discourse 。“Good” 。"Lu Xia Tian simply nodded in agreement." 。The Three Flowers Daoist's hand held the Zixing Pan, that bronze spoon continuously...Xiang Qingcheng's eyes were filled with endless melancholy. Her gaze was clear and sharp, yet unintentionally revealing a myriad of sorrows. 。urce without water. 。Even with his vast divine powers, Lu Xiaoteng couldn't replenish the eagle-bodied beast from tens of thousands of miles away. 。Once engaged in battle with other combined monsters...