บท 1154: The Fisherman by Xining Village's Stream Uses His Spear

"You want to lock down my soul and kill me with a single strike? An excellent method, but it's a pity that it didn't work, because you are already old."

Black Robe walked toward the small carriage. The cold winds blowing through the holes in her black clothes made them look like a war banner from the Netherworld.

Shang Xingzhou's eyes remained indifferent as he took in this sight, but the young Daoist boy behind him was scared out of his wits. His small face was snow-white and his entire body trembled.

None of the surrounding cavalry had noticed what was happening on the small mountain. It was obvious that Black Robe had employed some sort of method to prevent them from finding out.

The battle on the plains continued, and it was even more intense than before. The Mountain-toppling Fiend seemed to have gotten a little closer.

The Second Demon General suddenly led the tribal elders and experts in an assault on the Central Army Camp.