C413 The Tragic Grand Elder

"Ah!"

More than a hundred Cloud Mounted Falcon warriors let out miserable cries as large amounts of black fog surged out from their bodies. The Cloudhawks below them did not even have the time to flap their wings and fly high before their Essence Blood was sucked dry. When the black fog dissipated, more than a hundred cultivators had already turned into a ghost. Their faces were withered