The Evil Beauty I Met Chapter 87

Wherever Ethan passed, the cloud bed was still moving and the water was still flowing, but all the spring insects had lost their voices.

There were quite a few evil disciples in Fengling Mountain, but none of them could speak or shout at this moment. They all collapsed to the ground, their bodies were wet and cold, their mouths were dry, and they felt that the air around them had been sucked out, as if some invisible monster was eroding their wills through every possible means and could easily turn them into dust.

A demon cultivator who was on night patrol happened to fall on the road that was the only way to the Qingzhu Palace. The lantern in his hand, like him, had slumped on the ground like mud.

Seeing Ethan approaching step by step, he was frightened and his face turned pale. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could only clench his toes and twitch like a dead dog.

But Ethan ignored him, just like seeing a piece of rotten wood and ugly stone on the road. He felt bored even looking at it for a second, so he just quickened his pace and stepped over his head.