ngth of the insect race can be roughly judged by their size. Those insects the size of a fist pose no threat to cultivators at all. Those the size of a washbasin are roughly equivalent to cultivators...As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw the blood dripping from Lü Ye's Pianshan sword. He couldn't help but be taken aback. "You killed him"

This is really strange, a mere blood eater would dare to kill a member of the Holy Clan! He's lived for so many years and has never seen this before. several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty...