Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

l that remained were the insects on this battlefield where Lu Ye stood.Although it felt like the butcher was comforting himself, Lu Ye still managed a weak smile: “That's good...”>Its nearly transpare...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.Still, there was no answer.After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtiv...