117 When The Young Girl's Eyes Open, Dry Bones Remain

North County, Buzhou Peak.

The bluestone was stained with blood.

The Daoist priest, wearing an azure robe, held onto his wooden sword, blood still dripping from its tip, as he stood in front of the cave. He was standing very straight, like a sharp sword with a firm belief.

The North County soldiers had fallen at his feet one by one.

With a swing of his Spirit Qi-infused sword, Li Sansi swept the whole area clean.

With this wooden sword, he felt he wielded the sharpest sword, and he could cut anything with it.

Despite his thin figure, Li Sansi seemed like he was the most powerful and mightiest man blocking the passage. With him, the 10,000 soldiers would not be able to get past him.

In the dark cavern, a white-colored spirit pressure eggshell was emerging.

A pair of black and white eyes watched, unmoving, at the figure that stood firmly against the 10,000 soldiers.