Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

ing at the figure bathed in blood light sitting on the dharma platform, Xing Mo, the great elder of Tianhe Sect, chuckled softly. His laughter pulled at his wounds, causing him to cough lightly.Agains...arged towards her in fury. It was as if she were looking at a dead person."Under her gaze, the Zerg Yue Yao felt a nervous flutter in her heart. The closer she got, the stronger the sense of danger b...