Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

t from the four divine weapons crisscrossed in front, accompanied by screams. The cultivators of Mount Rizhao, already dazed from the barrage of golden arcs, were now splattered with blood one after a...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.few days of excitement and novelty, life gradually returned to normalcy.Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!During the day, he practiced absorbing celestial energy within his...