"Since you aren't afraid, why won't you let me make a move?"
The mist around the black shadow churned violently, as if its emotions were surging.
"Our purpose is to kill, not to throw our lives away."
"And even if we die, we have to drag a few down with us."
"That Li family Ancestor and Bai Ze are both Heavenly Emperor cultivators. In today's terms, they are Quasi-Emperor powerhouses."
"You and I have been imprisoned in the Underworld for so many years. How much of our strength do we have left?"
"Against two Quasi-Emperor experts like them, we do not stand much chance."
Hearing this, the irritable black shadow gradually calmed down.
"What do you plan to do, then?"
"Find a way to lure away the Dao Protectors at their side. Without Dao Protectors, these prodigies will be meat in our bowls."
"If we can bury all these prodigies here, I believe Chen Changsheng will be heartbroken."
Li Changsheng and Sword Come had faced their first crisis and escaped unscathed.
But the others did not seem to have such good fortune.
Not long after Meng De entered the black mist, he came across a dilapidated inn.
Looking at the inn standing alone in the wilderness, Meng De's sixth sense screamed warnings.
Slap!
Just as Meng De was about to leave, a large hand landed on his shoulder.
"Don't retreat. The things behind us are even more dangerous."
Hearing Yin Jie's words, Meng De instinctively turned to look.
The path they had come from had already changed beyond recognition. Countless blurry figures drifted through the black mist.
With just one glance, every hair on Meng De's body stood on end.
"Vice Dean, what are those things?"
"Evil ghosts from the Eighteen Levels of Hell!"
"Why are there so many