"The place with more danger is with more fortune. If I wouldn't go there by myself, how could I know whether I would find a more precious treasure than the Resurrection Potion or not?" Feng Han was full of spirit, and a smile appeared on his pale face.
Feng Han was so determined that other Half-Saints of Immortal Vampires could do nothing but to follow his words.
Gee!
Suddenly, Feng Han felt a strand of strong sword Qi rising from darkness.
He looked in the direction where the sword Qi came from.
A black sword Qi's light flew to him at a rapid speed. Above the light was a black ancient sword, behind which dozens of sword Qi blades lined up like a spindle and rushed forward.
"How dare you!"
A shout was heard in the camp of the Immortal Vampires.
Half-Saint Yicheng took a step forward, rose above the ground and stayed about ten meters high in midair. His dried-up palms, which were full of wrinkles, pushed forward.