The ancestor of the abyss is dark as ink, and his long hair flutters with a solemn face. He really didn’t think that he could grasp the immortal mystery of all the years, but he couldn’t press this statue, which just proved to be the ancestor.
"Drink!" A building block in a low-drinking eye seems to have made a dull collision. The ancestor of the abyss suddenly swung a punch. This punch is so upright that the diamond corner can be "abyss-rectangle!" No one would have…