Su mo hoped that Ji Hailan would survive.
However, he was unable to save the other party. If the other party wanted to live, he could only rely on his own strength.
"Cheap slave, your victory will not continue!"
Ke Han stood tall on the formation diagram. His eyes revealed unparalleled confidence.
Ke Han's temperament was extremely outstanding. His white clothes and black hair fluttered in the wind.
His skin was like white jade, crystal clear and flawless. It could make countless women pale in comparison.
It was as if Ke Han's body wasn't condensed from soul power, but was condensed from bejeweled nectar.
At that moment, Ji Hailan's expression turned grave. No matter how she looked at it, Ke Han was not an ordinary soul.
Just by standing there, the other party gave off an invisible sense of oppression. This made Ji Hailan know that this battle was the true genius of the soul Race.