The blood circulation in his body seemed to freeze, and the internal qi in his dantian began to run poorly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that dozens of feet behind him, the yellow horse that had accompanied him all the way had turned into a pitch-black skeleton.
In an instant, its flesh and blood were completely absorbed.
Countless shadows charged and swept, converging into a flag-like weapon, like a spear, like a curtain, emitting eerie cries as it swept over.
The banner was held in the hand of a one-armed man in black.
The man in black had a pale face like paper, with a mouth stretched into a blood-red arc, laughing sinisterly.
With a swing of the flag, qi force rolled, like a great mountain collapsing.
The surrounding forest was touched and turned to powder and fragments…
A greenish-gray tide surged forth, roaring as it rushed.
'This is an innate expert.'
At this moment, Chen Ping's experience was many times stronger than before.
