Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

ancient hall into crumbling ruins.The Golden Corpse King's corpse aura was formidable. Facing three opponents alone, he had the upper hand. He didn't even leave his seat, remaining within a radius of...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. information about the state of affairs among the cultivators on the Wanmo Ridge by following certain clues.I have to say, the passage at people's narrow path is still very lively. Unlike Cangyan Moun...