哥谭噩梦

Little guy, I won’t bully you either. The Black Mist World God pointed his finger in the distance, and a drop of bright red blood flew out from above. Then it condensed into the appearance of the Black Mist World God in the hall, but the aura was obviously much weaker. The incarnation of this drop of blood was slightly weaker than the Ancestral God. You Just use your strongest strength to attack me....