Chapter 166: Self-Destruction of the Spirit Aperture

nsect race can be roughly judged by their size. Those insects the size of a fist pose no threat to cultivators at all. Those the size of a washbasin are roughly equivalent to cultivators of two or th...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Theke translated!Lu Ye, seizing the opportunity, slashed his sword down.The swing swayed gently, and the woman sitting on it, in a red dress, dragged her skirt to the ground.>>He rubbed his eyes, careful...