lt;lt;Waste Material

Late at night, thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky, torrential rain poured down.,In the silvery flash, the disfigured face of Zi wasn't as panicked as before. His eyes were sharp and filled with killing intent, like a fierce demon from hell, sending chills down one's spine.,With a sharp crack, the scar-faced man tilted his head and instantly lost breath.。