Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

, while giant mechas surged forth, transforming into streaks of sword light that slashed upwards. Beside me, Feng Yuechan wore a solemn expression as intricate spells swiftly took shape and were unlea...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.轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！