"You coward! Die!"
The Saint Lord whom Ren Wokuang had attacked shouted in anger, dragging a jade vase in his left hand, while waving his right hand, a wisp of yellow smoke drifted out, turning into dozens of resentful ghosts that lunged at Ren Wokuang.
This scene made Ren Wokuang's scalp tingle; he turned and flew towards Li Huahun.
However, he was not faster than those resentful ghosts.
Before he had flown three hundred meters, the resentful ghosts had already entangled him, frightening him so much that he almost urinated.
With a loud bang!
Li Huahun suddenly appeared behind that Saint Lord and slapped him into dust, causing the resentful ghosts to vanish as well.
Ren Wokuang fell to the ground, turned his head, and saw Li Huahun walking away.
He couldn't help but sigh in relief, grateful for his reliable brother.
Meanwhile, Su Yie was fighting with a cultivator in the Astral Projection Realm; Li Huahun had deliberately left him for Su Yie to practice.
