the impact of the crimson spray.Behind the headless corpse, countless cultivators from Wan Mo Ridge stared in shock at this scene, each one dumbfounded.Although Han Zheyue had previously said that Lu...After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient"d trout. Lu Ye would occasionally bring a few over, but it was impossible to eat until full, the size difference was too big. A one-foot-long blood-red trout was held by Xiao Hui, just like holding an...