C581 Damn It

As soon as Xue Ying's voice faded, the Ghost Warrior began to operate. The machines that wanted to revive were stiff in their movements.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, a Ghost Warrior's figure flashed. His movement was incomparably fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Zhao Xin. He swung his long blade at Zhao Xin's waist.

Zhao Xin tightly furrowed his eyebrow