Chapter 1100: The Black Ghost Robe

man cultivators, were as sieve-like in the face of these insects. The Corpse Armor Flies gnawed on flesh and blood; some burrowed from the outside inward, while those that had entered the body devoure...and I wouldn't willingly spend another day in the Yehuo Wasteland if it wasn't for waiting for my master here. " 。"As for Xue Yan Sect Master's enthusiasm, Mo YuYan didn't have a good face. "You haven...