Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

faces growing unfriendly.Lu Ye sat cross-legged on the spot, his eyelids drooping, not bothering to defend himself.Just then, a glimmer of blood suddenly appeared on his body. Immediately after, the...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.come accustomed to it, his face unchanging and his heart unmoved.Because he knew that death in the mirage was not real, he could act without fear.He had a vague feeling that when he could block that s...