Chapter 223: Disaster Beckons from the East

sky, falling downwards. Lu Ye's figure remained unhindered, passing straight through the enemy ranks. He wielded his Pianshan Blade, drawing a trail of crimson blood.As he charged through enemy lines...The strength of the insect 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 three levels. But those as tall as humans should be treated with caution, because they are most likely six or seven-level insect creatures.

Afterere for the people from Wan Mo Ling to bring things over.Under the cover of night, the sound of footsteps on dry leaves could be heard.>>Time flies, and after three days, Lu Ye's injuries had mostly h...