Chapter 1090: Displacement

r."Good!" Xiang Yihang's mouth opened, and a purple-leaf golden tree appeared. Each leaf on the surface had a sharp, knife-like edge. Xiang Yihang waved his hand, and hundreds of purple leaves broke... and agitated. Ye Ziyu believed that if she were immersed in this black malevolent energy for too long, she would probably become like these tomb spirits, turning into a walking corpse.This tomb spiri...