Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

iritual energy. The long sword slashed at his throat.They brushed past each other, Lu Ye's feet churning up a dozen meters of earth before he managed to regain his balance.Such a record of victory is...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. broken, and now there was a new batch.Seeing Lu Ye return, the two women exchanged glances, their hearts understanding each other. They secretly started rolling snowballs."Enough, we have a mission."...