"Release ... Hand ..." Gu wuxiang had died long ago, and his body had lost all sense of pain.
But now that his soul and Yin Qi had been swallowed, he seemed to be in so much pain that he wished he was dead. The tone of his voice had changed.
The eight illusionary cultivators reappeared at the edge of the array. They waved their swords in unison and slashed out sword intent in the direction of number seven!
The silvery-white sword Qi intertwined, forming a net of sword Qi within the entire formation.
If they were to fight against such high level cultivators, Yao Liu and the others would not have any room to display their skills.
Under the sharp sword Qi, song qingxiao's primordial spirit formed a seal and poured all of his spiritual power into the swordsman token, covering his body.
Even though the sword Qi wasn't directed at her, the remaining force still broke through her scales and left deep wounds all over her body. Blood gushed out from the wounds!
