"We will follow."

Alaifu is called the City of Fallen Dreams. If you look closely, you can find many architectural styles in it.

It is dreamy and majestic, just like piecing together and combining the crystallizations of human history in an incredible world, and finally creating a rare finished product.

Along the way, Gao Yi was on alert at all times and was ready to use strange paintings at any time.

However, in these streets and alleys, among the towers and markets, there is only incomparable silence.

The entire Alaifu is like an empty piece of art, gaudy and as if it will break if touched.

This is by no means the real Aleph.

The two of them chased the black mist to the center of the city. When they saw the host on the high altar, shrouded in darkness, they suddenly had only this thought in their minds.

call--

Lines of black mist are like returning, constantly integrating into its body surface.

Similarly, the souls detained in the black mist are also bound within its body.

Slowly, the host turned around.
Chapter completed!