Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

a fever pitch, the ethereal figure within the Wanhun Banner sensed something amiss. Before she could decipher the situation, two sharp presences materialized nearby, pinning her down.She hurriedly lo...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.hat his foot had just kicked... It was the old man's face!At this moment, as darkness faded, he remained frozen in a pose of drawing his sword and striking down, with one foot kicked out.He wasn't sur...