C1114 The War Between Cultivators and Mutants

Lyu Dao's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran down his spine. Gritting his teeth, he subconsciously swung his sword backwards, but in the end, he was still a step too slow!

"Crack! Crack!" The black robe on his body instantly glowed with a bright light. However, when faced with the powerful slash of the black yak, it only lasted for a moment before collapsing