A Sword in a Thousand Years

"Flee!"

The man with the mustache suddenly rushed and gave him another corner marker. The two instantly shifted to another location.

"D*mn it! These people have gone crazy."

Qin Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth away, and the internal qi in her body surged frantically.

In an instant, almost everyone displayed a desperate and fierce aura, attacking with all their might. This frenzy of aggression sent shivers down one's spine.

"Thank goodness I have you, the man with the mustache."

"Each person takes half. This formation took me three months to prepare in advance. It's the result of my painstaking efforts and giving up cultivation. I even consumed numerous blood essence and treasures..."

The man with the mustache stared at Qin Yu warily.

"Okay, okay, shut up."

Seeing him starting to count his contributions, he immediately felt a headache.