'Bang!'
Hong Tianbao crushed the phone in his hand.
He took a deep breath several times, found another phone, and continued to browse through the messages on the Divine Net, confirming again and again.
Jiangzhou has fallen.
In the photos taken from afar, the setting sun was crimson, and a bloody shell enshrouded the entire huge city.
Divine Descent.
A Divine Descent that covers an entire city.
Hong Tianbao's expression was gloomy, as he quietly dialed a call to his young disciple.
'Hello, the number you have dialed is not in service area.....'
Then to his first and second disciples.
Still unable to get through.
His old hand trembled, uncontrollably, letting out a soft sigh.
The chubby old man lowered his eyelids.
The Flesh Plague, not even an ordinary Flesh Plague, had taken root in his body for far too long, beyond even his master's ability to remove.
