After Ye Chen executed the Yin-Ming half-immortal, he collected the storage pouch from her body before turning his gaze toward the other ghost cultivators. "Who else wishes to make a move?"
His clothes were tattered, his long hair wild, and he was bathed in blood, appearing like a demon freshly emerged from the depths of hell. Within a ten-meter radius of him, not a single ghost cultivator dared to draw near.
Just then, a sudden flash of white light appeared before his eyes.
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