One voice after another, constantly cutting through the crowd, as if someone was intentionally spreading something.
And Fang Yu, was looking at the sword of Lin Kuanglong.
That unrestrained, fully exposed, and eruptive emotion seemed to take Lin Kuanglong's swordsmanship to another level!
Where the blade's edge passed, it would invariably leave behind one or two corpses.
Yu Wenwuji's dodging left and right, like luring disaster towards the east, brought calamity to the surrounding people.
Faced with this source of disaster, and the crazed Lin Kuanglong, people couldn't avoid it in time, yet there were still some unlucky ones who became scapegoats.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, a cloud of Blood Mist exploded from the body that Lin Kuanglong had just killed.
A huge shadow rose within the Blood Mist.
"A demon, a demon?!"
"It's a demon!"
"There's actually a demon mingling among the crowd!"
Could there still be unexpected gains?
Yu Wenwuji was secretly delighted.
