C428 Ghost Cultivator Deserved Death

"How is this possible... the power of slaughter is actually afraid!" In the air, the silhouette of a scholar could be faintly seen. He looked down at Yang Xuan with a heavy gaze.

The power of slaughter that was just about to condense into a physical form spiraled together, not willing to fall for a long time. The bloody rain and foul wind hesitated for a moment