Ye Chen's eyes lit up and he slashed down again!
Although each sword had a powerful effect!
However, the blood mist returned to its original state in the blink of an eye!
"Get lost!"
At this moment, every strike of Ye Chen's sword was like a clap of thunder!
A loud explosion sounded, and a strong wind blew.
As for the elders at the other end of the Ghost Prison, their foreheads were already covered in sweat!
Waves of shock rose in their hearts!
"What should we do? This kid is a fucking lunatic!"
A purple-robed old man said. His drop of blood essence had shattered a little.
"Why don't we ask that person to come out of the mountain? Otherwise, this Ghost Prison will really break!"
Everyone looked at the sage-like old man.
