But that delicate silhouette was slowly walking in from the entrance of the Poison Fog Canyon. Whether it was the arrows or the spells, they didn't seem to exist in his eyes. He unhurriedly plodded along, as if he wasn't entering the deadly Poison Fog Canyon, but instead just going for an afternoon walk.
UtopiaAugustus
But that delicate silhouette was slowly walking in from the entrance of the Poison Fog Canyon. Whether it was the arrows or the spells, they didn't seem to exist in his eyes. He unhurriedly plodded along, as if he wasn't entering the deadly Poison Fog Canyon, but instead just going for an afternoon walk.
End of the Magic Era
Fantasy · Zhuang Bifan