The Return of the Un

"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,The bar owner, holding his phone up, urgently urged the security guard on duty.,In hell, demons, yakshas, and asuras roam the land. The weak are devoured by the strong, and power is the ultimate ruler.。