three meters. His massive claws stretched six feet long, and his entire body was filled with a terrifying aura like an abyss or hellfire. Each strand of hair shimmered like crystal clear ice. 。White...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。he control stick and, through a series of familiar manipulations under interference control, regained control of the aircraft. 。"Whoosh!" a Tianxiang Seventeen swiftly flew past him. 。Apparently, th...