บท 1139: It doesn’t matter

The skeletal wall trembled nonstop, an invisible shockwave blasted the sea of skeletons, manifesting as an intense surging wave.

The entire sea of skeletons were swept backward.

Gu Qing Shan fell down and collapsed.

Hoh-----

Hoh----

He was panting heavily.

Blood was dripping from every pore on his body but was immediately scattered by the violent air currents around his body into a bloody drifting mist.

No one was crazy enough to directly absorb the power of dragons this way.

But Gu Qing Shan was left with no escape route.

Another fierce howl resounded a considerable distance from within the sea of skeletons.

Gu Qing Shan struggled to raise his hands, then formed a hand seal.

The Heaven sword turned into a streak of light that traveled over a thousand miles in an instant.

That fierce howl immediately stopped.

Secret Art, [Ten Swallows Return]!