Kapitel 417: World of Nine Yin!

When Su Ming heard an old man’s voice from the crack and that strange accent, he immediately thought of the old, monkey-faced Patriarch from White Bull Tribe.

Su Ming did not like nor hate this person, but his act of offering up three women from his tribe and giving up on having his entire tribe attack had left a rather deep impression on him.

At that moment, when Su Ming heard those words, he pondered over them for a moment before walking out.

The land was empty, but there was a place that sported a gigantic crack out of nowhere, and it was spread far and wide.

The old man from White Bull Tribe stood beside the crack and waited for a long time, but to no avail. So he went to the crack and stretched his head to look inside.

"Damn…"