"Chieftain!" A throng of Yuan Ying cultivators surrounded Zhao Tianfang, whose body was swaying precariously."Send the word out, rally the clan's forces and prepare for war, to fight against the ghost... an illusion."Master, who is your master" Seeing Jin Peng so certain, the Bing Deng Mo Chan and the Di Shi Yao hesitated to make a move."Who did it to you two nearly dead fellows doesn't matter anymor...