Ye Chen's eyes lit up as he attacked again!
Although each sword strike dispersed the blood mist, it returned to its original state in the blink of an eye!
"F*cking break!"
At this moment, every strike of Ye Chen's sword was like lightning!
Explosions rumbled like thunder, and gusts of wind swirled around the perimeter of the lake.
As for the elders inside the Ghost Prison, their foreheads were already covered in sweat. Waves of shock arose in their hearts!
"What should we do? This kid is a f*cking lunatic," a purple-robed elder said. His drop of blood essence had already diminished somewhat.
"Why don't we ask that person to act? Otherwise, this kid will really enter!"
Everyone turned toward the sage-like elder for a decision.
