Chapter 1879: The Death of the Lionheart

ance, accompanied by a light clinking sound.This black cat face mask ghost cultivator wore a treasure similar to a heart-protection mirror."Pff…" With the force of the impact, Ying Wuji staggered back...After a moment of contemplation, the Lionhearted stood up slowly. His tall figure almost touched the upper deck of the Star Vessel, forcing him to bend slightly as he hummed, "Yuan Cheng, Daoist friend, thank you for your escort along the way. We'll stop here.", darkness enveloped the sky. A new moon rose, and countless stars twinkled above.About five hundred miles from Huitian Valley, in a mountain meadow, several cultivators were besieging a Blinded Boar...