All these lights were autonomously protective talismans and low-grade Magical Treasures. As the Saint Heir of Blood Demon Cave, his strength was debatable, but he was never lacking in treasures.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
These barriers of light shattered one after another, some corroded by black fog, some destroyed by the eerie Wedding Dress, and others melted like candles.
This strange and powerful curse power left Chang Shiyang with disbelief on his face, his heart racing as he felt the terror of death.
This female ghost really wanted to kill her here, and he couldn't fight back.
"Stop it, do not harm our Sect Saint Heir."
A booming shout came, and a silhouette descended from the sky like a roc, its arms extending with a rich scent of blood emanating from rainbows, resembling two massive blood-colored blades.
His aura was undisguised. He was indeed a top powerhouse of the Secret Realm Fifth Level with a fully cultivated visceral system.
