Judge? Middle-aged man!
With his words, eight cultivators appeared in the void not far away, surrounding him.
These two really colluded, so there's no need to guess the identity of the Judge.
The Ox flew over with a grin, stepping on the human-faced sunflower, causing the Judge's eyebrows to furrow in displeasure.
"Why is there only one Ghost-faced Drum?"
This was far below his expectations, but as he looked down at the city and saw the pile of fallen figures, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, then chuckle softly.
"You're all struggling in vain, hahaha!"
He could already predict what Han Yu's side did, but this only made the Judge laugh mockingly; if the Ghost Face Seed were so easily broken, how could it be considered a scheme?
Ghost-faced Drum?
Han Yu couldn't help but be moved, this group actually used human lives to cultivate so-called "magical treasures."
