"Very good."
Xiao Yang nodded in satisfaction.
He glanced at the map in his hand, then at Lin Feng, who had been scared out of his wits, a thoughtful look flashing through his eyes.
This Lin Feng might have pitifully low cultivation and the courage of a mouse.
But he seemed far more familiar with the Immortal Demon Battlefield than Xiao Yang was.
And the fact that he had found this map on that ancient corpse showed that his luck was probably not bad.
Most importantly...
Xiao Yang's gaze fell upon Lin Feng's eyes, which were still trembling nonstop.
His Double Pupils could see through all illusions.
He could clearly see that Lin Feng's eyes differed from those of ordinary people.
Deep within his pupils, there seemed to be some extraordinarily special power hidden away.
"Interesting."
Xiao Yang thought to himself.
Right now, he needed someone familiar with the terrain who could scout the way for him—a disposable pawn... no, a guide.
This Lin Feng seemed like a pretty good choice.
"You're Lin Feng, right?" Xiao Yang asked.
"Yes, yes, yes! This junior is Lin Feng!" Lin Feng hurriedly replied with a nod and a bow.
"Do you want to live?"
"Yes! Yes! Senior! Of course I want to live!"
"If you want to live, lead the way." Xiao Yang tossed the map in his hand before Lin Feng and commanded coldly.
"Go to the Ten Thousand Souls Altar."
"You walk in front."
Lin Feng looked at the map on the ground, then at Xiao Yang's utterly emotionless eyes, and his heart turned ice-cold.
He knew that this demon king had set his sights on him.
He had no room to choose.
Either he led the way, and perhaps there would still be a sliver of hope for survival.
Or