"Draw your sword." Under the big tree, the man leaning against its trunk looked at Lu Ye calmly.Lú Yè quietly watched him.>>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"arshly for now.>What happened after >>But that's where it ends!The next moment, Xing Mo and Cheng Henfeng's figures suddenly froze, their skin turning crimson as if their blood began to boil.The blood...