The blood feast that had been practically at their mouths vanished without a trace. The demons and monsters all let out furious, disappointed howls.
Several breaths passed, but the cultivators still did not appear.
The ground began to tremble.
A demon wreathed in fiery mist leaped out from underground. It swung its head around, searching in every direction, and let out one unwilling hiss after another.
The moment it appeared, the surrounding demons and monsters instinctively moved farther away from it.
This was a terrifying Crimson Flame Ghost. Its Five Elements Fire had developed to the third stage, "Magma," giving it unmatched power and making it extremely difficult to deal with.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator could forget about killing it.
Cold sweat sprang up all over Leng Tianxing's back as he watched.
Luckily, they hadn't gone any farther.
No matter how knowledgeable or capable he was, it was only among Human Race Cultivators that he could maneuver freely.
This was another world, a world that had already been destroyed.
The endless demons and monsters made him feel like a child in mortal danger. One careless move, and he would perish.
Leng Tianxing gave a slight shake of his head, overcome by helplessness.
Wu Jin stood tall, heedless of the blood covering him, and laughed. "Hahaha, we made it through at last. Whew, we made it through!"
His voice cut off abruptly.
Wu Jin's eyes widened. He toppled straight backward, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud.
Almost as soon as Wu Jin fell, Gu Qingshan darted over and crouched beside the body, pressing a hand against his chest.
"He's dead."
Gu Qingshan's voice was cold.
The other two men's expressions changed. They swept Wu Jin with their Divine Souls, and sure enough, he had no heartbeat or breath.