this feeling.And as the flames surged, intricate and complex patterns swirled around Lu Ye's body, spreading in all directions."What's this..." Feng Yuechan stared at the scene in astonishment, wonder...A moment later, the ghost cultivator knelt on one knee before Lu Ye, his expression respectful. Having refined the blood essence, the ghost cultivator naturally felt a sense of awe towards Lu Ye.ething an eighth-tier cultivator could handle.So this time, the one leading the team was unexpectedly the Ninth Elder of the Heavenly Abyss Sect, Wu Xie.Within the Heavenly Trench Sect, there are an i...
Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap