"Kill!" Yechu can't go on like this until he can't, otherwise the last momentum of those under molos will be defeated, and then they will be the lambs to be slaughtered.

Ye Chu's fist was killed together with general skeleton, and his fist was pounded on each other's long sword. Although he repelled each other, he was also backed out by the momentum of the other.

Ye Chu squinted and watched sharp murderous intention roar past him. There was a dull pain like acupuncture on his body. He saw that the red blood stained his clothes wet, and the sharp murderous spirit left a Taoist wound on him.

"a ghost...