Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

econd glance to when lost in the crowd. The spiritual light displayed on his body surface was only at the eighth level of Heaven.But few of the Wan Mo Ling cultivators gathered here knew that this man...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.r ahead.Wei Que didn't think much, his figure moving non-stop until a tall silhouette appeared in the mist ahead. Only then did he suddenly realize something was wrong.Is that Lu Yiye's figure... he i...