Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

nd panic in He Bing's eyes, the blood flowing from Li Baixian's forehead, and the sluggish formation of Feng Yuechan's magic...It's not that they've slowed down, it's that I've sped up. To be precise,...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.e might of battleships, it's likely that before they could land several attacks, the Zerg horde would have already surged forward.In such situations, it still depends on the cultivator's own strength....