In front, there were originally tens of thousands of cultivators, but now, there were fewer than 10,000.
Bai Zeyu and Shui Yue'er ran side by side, their expressions grave.
"F*ck, if I had known earlier, I would have killed a few sword cultivators and absorbed enough qi and blood. It would have been better if I had left this level," Bai Zeyu cursed in a low voice.
Shui Yue'er, who was beside him, did not speak. Her eyes were shining with spiritual light and her intention was the same.
Who knew that Han Muye would cause such a huge commotion on the fourth level?
Now no one dared to stop. Whoever stopped would be swallowed by the sword light torrent.
Moreover, in this situation, whoever dared to turn around and kill someone would have to face the hateful attack of tens of thousands of sword cultivators.
No one could stop him.
"Why don't we turn around and kill Han Muye?"
Someone spoke.
