The next moment, a muddy head poked out from beneath the ground.
The muddy head froze at the sight before it. He had emerged right in front of all the Earth Cave martial artists, who were gathered around him with their eyes closed, drawing in energy to heal their injuries.
Fang Ping, inside the tunnel, was nearly scared out of his wits. If even one Earth Cave martial artist opened their eyes now, he would be finished.
Fang Ping's heart had already been tempered, yet even so, he could still feel it pounding wildly.
Less than two meters above Fang Ping's head, an Earth Cave martial artist sat cross-legged. Fang Ping could even see the loose threads on his clothes.
And farther ahead were two Golden Body martial artists. If he was discovered, not even scraps of him would remain.
He suddenly wanted to go home. Facing Rank Eight—no, there was even a Rank Nine demon tree above them. Was this really work for a Rank Four martial artist?
Fang Ping hurriedly retreated into the tunnel and stored all the clothes on his body away to prevent himself from being sensed.
At the same time, Fang Ping weighed the consequences of making a move.
It was simply too dangerous. Even though he was bold as brass, he was a little frightened. But he was unwilling to just watch without doing anything.
Besides, Old Li still needed Life Essence. Otherwise, he probably truly could not be saved.
After thinking for two or three seconds, Fang Ping gritted his teeth. He would do it!
Old man, you're making a killing. You used a tiny little discount to make me risk my life. If I survive this, you'll owe me for the rest of your next life!
Fang Ping thought fiercely to himself.