Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

ight hand, which held the sword, trembled violently. He had lost a lot of blood, making his face pale.Before him, Zhou Shixiong lay sprawled in a pool of blood. His body twitched spasmodically, and h...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.d Flower Courtyard Chūqing, struggling to defend themselves.All knew that they were surely doomed to die if things went on as they were.To survive, we have to break out!They quickly did so, probing th...