Chapter 166: Self-Destruction of the Spirit Aperture

by their size. Those insects the size of a fist pose no threat to cultivators at all. Those the size of a washbasin are roughly equivalent to cultivators of two or three levels. But those as tall as...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

The led his people over.I thought this time I'd finally see Lu Ye's death, but in the end, the prey became the hunter. Despite having a large force and overwhelming numbers, the Wanmo Ridge side suffere...