Lin Zheng had just returned to the clouds, barely steadying himself, even as a student of the Upper Sun Palace, he struggled to resist the wrath of the Hundred Clans!
Ye Shu once again deeply felt his own powerlessness.
After Baili An and Ye Shu went their separate ways, the workshop master sighed softly, lazily leaning against his chair, looking at the ground full of corpses: "Sigh, tonight's business was truly not worth the loss."
He looked at the meditating Su and Yin, shaking his head in disappointment.
These two old fellows seemed severely injured, the evil corpse aura inside them was hard to expel for a time, but in the end, that youngster managed to break their death tribulation.
At this moment, having almost finished regulating their breaths, even if he used all the corpse people at his command, it would be difficult to take the lives of these two with their guard up.
