Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

a Battlefield Mark of the Wanmo Ridge, Lu Ye's camp affiliation didn't change at all. He swiftly arrived before the first stone pedestal and pressed his hand upon it.Although he has gained much, what...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.re unrecognizable. The long knife lay across the dead man's neck, buried three inches deep.Then the charred corpse raised its hand, gripping the blade of the Wushan sword in a final struggle.The heave...