C1173 Killing

"Zhuge, can you block it?" Li Jianli's eyes were bloodshot, like a bloodthirsty beast, he stared at the tens of cultivators outside the array with a bloodthirsty killing intent.

"Not enough time." Zhuge Lianying's face turned white, his chest still had a tricky sword mark, and blood was flowing out.

If he was given enough time to set up the formation