C5232 Trap

The golden sword slashed forward, and a blood-colored river appeared in front of the Blood Soul Dao Ancestor.

The blood-colored river swept over the golden sword and surged forward.

Yang Bo stared at the Blood Soul Dao Ancestor and hesitated. He was hesitating whether he should leave or kill the Blood Soul Dao Ancestor.

Facing two Pseudo Dao Ancestor cultivators, Yang Bo felt a lot of pressure