"It seems he was truly confident in his own strength!"
This was almost the simultaneous thought that rose in all four of their minds. They could all tell that Zhang Ming was undoubtedly skilled in the art of combat and simply did not take the attitude of a mid-stage seventh-rank Demon Cultivator seriously.
Moreover, Zhang Ming's youthful appearance indeed made the others feel that he was not someone to be trifled with. In the eyes of some low-level demon cultivators, such an appearance often invited provocation and trouble. Yet this man still went about in this form, which showed that he would kill at the drop of a hat...
Li Yan surveyed his surroundings. The entire cave was dark crimson, and beneath the interwoven reflections of black and red light, the four figures standing there resembled four ghostly shadows.
The cave spanned roughly ten zhang. For the four people inside, it did not feel particularly cramped. Its walls were densely carved with intricate spirit patterns.
At the center of the cave stood an unmarked bluestone slab. Above it rested an extinguished spirit lamp. In each of the cave's four corners stood another spirit lamp filled with spiritual liquid, respectively engraved with the characters "metal, wood, water, fire." All the lamps were unlit.
Other than that, there was nothing else here...
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, have you figured out where this is?"
The yellow-robed young man, Su Wenzhou, shifted his eyes slightly before quietly pressing Li Yan for an answer, his voice exceedingly gentle.
"Inside the Prayer-Devil Wraith Buddha Beast!"
Li Yan did not turn his head. As he continued examining the surroundings, he answered directly, his voice calm and even.
At this, the other four could not help exchanging glances. They had not been here long either, and after seeing the