Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

rough the ranks, and several more people died under their blade or by their weapon.Lu Ye paused mid-air, lowering his head to look at his spirit boat.Just now, he was attacked and almost couldn't dodg...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.ment, Huo Liao-yuan suddenly made a gesture of pushing with both hands. The small suns on his palms swiftly flew towards Lu Ye.When dashing, the spiritual power flowing on the surface of the little su...