C442 Four Hundred and Forty-two Zhang Ming’s Disciples.
Time slowly passed. Ling Xian was fighting nonstop. He didn't know how many immortals he had killed, but the immortals seemed endless. One after another, he was overwhelmed with fear.
He finally understood. Yes, everyone wanted him to die.
To survive, he had to comprehend the Immortal Killing Stage.
Ling Xian was covered in blood as he continued to charge forward
