chapter 168 Autumn Leaves

In Wanxiang Cave, on the cliff, strong wind blew and hit Camden Ford's face, as if a knife was cutting across his face.

Camden Ford felt pain all over his body, and he was trying hard to absorb the wind element.

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed, and there were only two days left until the deadline.

Camden Ford had no idea about the artistic conception of wind.

Camden Ford was feeling a little depressed at this time.

However,...