Capítulo 1111: Harvested

With a pale face, Wu Li fled to the side of the blind old man and gripped his white bone staff tightly.

He held a talisman in his left hand and released his massive spirit consciousness to scan the battlefield with a bewildered expression.

He had never experienced something like this ever since he started cultivating!

He had truly sensed the aura of death earlier on!

The most frightening thing was that he felt as weak as an ant in front of the black-robed man, as though he would be torn apart the next moment!

In Wu Li's eyes, the aura of the black-robed man was even more terrifying than Dao Being Desolate Martial!

"Who is he?!"

Wu Li was tense as he surveyed his surroundings and asked instinctively.

Although the blind old man did not have eyes, he possessed spirit consciousness and could understand every single change in the battlefield.

At that moment, he said slowly with a grim expression, "He's not human."