The corpse tumbled down, and the primordial spirit perished.
Are they dead?
The laughter abruptly stilled, demons' faces frozen, as if a large hand were stuck in their throat, their laughter gallingly stuck in their stomach, and unable to escape.
On the path of chaos, they were most conscious of chivalry. Many monsters, demons, and evil spirits stared with big eyes... at Lu Bei's Black Devil Knife.
The bald guy was a body cultivator, regarding cultivation, there were not a few in the crowd who could suppress him, but if it's about close combat fights, there were hardly a few who'd dare to lightly declare victory over him.
To be posthumously dismissed in such an easy manner, not even his primordial spirit had managed to escape...
Out of caution, the monsters and demons examined Lu Bei again for a while.