"Hmph, just an empty show of strength."
Wuu Ling'er snorted lightly.
On that enchanting face, there was disdain.
Hundreds of thousands of ghosts came attacking, baring their claws and fangs; a tinge of blood color and a hint of ferocity adorned them.
However, this ferocity seemed inexplicably awkward for some reason.
Before one could clearly see where this awkwardness came from, the dense blood-colored ghosts had already attacked.
Xiao Yi was bare-chested, his monstrous body equally fierce.
Crack, crack, crack...
Xiao Yi's fists clenched with a crackling sound.
At this moment, he was in the ultimate combat state.
Although he had been heavily wounded by Wuu Ling'er's Six Dragons Sky Covering Formation before,
yet, this seemed not to affect his combat prowess, instead, it completely incited his ferocity.
Slash...
A ghost was suddenly dismembered.
Slash... Slash... Slash...
