Obviously, for her...
The pressure from these eight Divine Bone Martial Saints and the corpse tide is still too great.
Fang Qingyu heard this.
He could only take Yan Lin away first and then look for the elderly.
But just at that moment...
"Captain Fang!!!"
An elderly yet full-throated roar suddenly exploded from the direction of the entrance to the blood-colored space.
Then followed a sea-shaking cry of battle.
"Kill—!!!"
Rumble.
The heavy footsteps rolled like thunder, instantly overshadowing the rustling of the corpse tide.
Seen at the gigantic entrance of the blood-colored space.
A mass of deep blue tide surged in frenziedly.
The leader.
Was none other than the ghost elder of the Lingxiao Association.
At this moment, his beard and hair flew, his face showing no trace of obsequiousness or fear, only a near-tragic resoluteness.
In his hand, an ancient bronze longsword emitted a fierce blue sword aura, its tip pointing straight at the corpse tide ahead.
Behind him.
