章節 475: White-Robed Saint

"Rao Wuqing, do you have any other trump cards? If you do, hurry up and use them, or we will all die here!" 

Jiang Ming raised his voice, causing Rao Wuqing to reveal a bitter expression. 

"How can I still have any trump cards… If it was Netherworld energy, I, Rao Wuqing, would naturally have a way to deal with it, but ghostly mystic realms are extremely rare, and the power of the laws is also rare. How would I have made preparations for these!" 

At this moment, the gloominess in Rao Wuqing's eyes had completely dissipated. He felt slightly relaxed. Perhaps this was the best time for him to be completely free. 

However, Jiang Ming did not want to lose his life in vain. Seeing that Rao Wuqing really did not have any trump cards, he could only sigh and say in a deep voice, "Friend, let's go!" 

"Alright!"