Liu Xi glanced at Shi Pan in slight surprise, then recalled, "Before entering the Wind Cave, I saw a Fellow Daoist in black robes not far away and even reminded him to enter the Wind Cave.
"Before I entered the Wind Cave, he made no move. Perhaps... he went to another Wind Cave?"
At this, Shi Pan's face instantly turned deathly pale. "Nearby... there is only this one Wind Cave. The others... are far too distant."
Thinking of this, Shi Pan's heart filled with deep regret.
Before moving into the Wind Cave, he should have reminded that lord!
In the Tian Kun Strange Land, many cultivators had only recently arrived and, believing their cultivation profound, did not take Netherworld Souls seriously at all. Some even became interested in them and chose to remain outside during Netherworld Soul Night.
But now, that lord had not entered this Wind Cave.
According to this cultivator beside him, that lord had still not moved before he entered.
It was already too late to head for a Wind Cave elsewhere.
Outside, the howls of the Netherworld Soul army drifted over from time to time, sinister and terrifying. Shi Pan could already imagine what would happen.
Liu Xi remained calm. "It seems this Fellow Daoist was newly arrived here. What a pity."
He had seen many cultivators like this.
Once, a Mythic expert, a descendant of a Yang Spirit, came to the Tian Kun Strange Land in search of treasure.
Relying on the Yang Spirit artifact left behind by his mother to protect him, he did not regard Netherworld Souls Patrol the Sky as anything worth fearing.
The result... he kicked the bucket.
Such things were normal. Having seen them so often, Liu Xi had become quite indifferent.
"There are still several hours until dawn. There