Ghost Race!
And there are so many Ghost Race members!
"Prepare for battle!"
A furious voice was heard.
All the disciples picked up their weapons. Their hearts weren't filled with much fear; by now, they had lost count of how many Ghost Race members had died at their hands these days!
Facing the Ghost Race again, they'd just kill them once more.
What's there to be afraid of?
"Old Four, be careful later. Stay by my side and don't wander off. I have a feeling this time is not simple." Lord Zhou came over to Li Hengsheng's side, with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Rest assured, Senior Brother. I'll be fine." Li Hengsheng's Immortal-Extinguishing Spear had long been polished and ready for another blood-soaked battle.
"Li Hengsheng."
