Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

h blood, coughing intermittently. The golden light that had once enveloped him was long since shattered by Lu Ye's several strikes. On his body were deep wounds visible to the bone, the most severe be...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. hundred games yet, he already has about sixty or seventy games. He has a solid foundation. Previously, because of his origin from Danxinmen, he mainly lacked some decisive methods. Now that he has th...