C181 Misty Rain Flaming Sword

The ghostly mist around him surged, seemingly filled with boundless killing intent. The murderous intent made him feel like he was being ambushed from all directions, making him feel like he had nowhere to run.

It seemed that he had underestimated the strength of a Golden Core Stage cultivator.

Fang Yi thought to himself. At the same time, he tightened his grip on the sword