Ying Fei led everyone into the cave and stopped after a few steps.
"Boss Ying, what's wrong?"
A Black Immortal asked.
"Someone's here,"
Ying Fei's eyes shone brightly as he glared at the darkness ahead and said slowly.
The hearts of many cultivators skipped a beat and they turned nervous with wary expressions.
Right then, a figure slowly appeared from the depths of the darkness ahead. Walking over slowly, it gradually became clearer under everyone's gazes.
It was a man with delicate features. His green robes were upright and he looked slightly weak. If he was holding a scroll in his hands, he would look no different from a frail scholar.
The green-robed cultivator was clean from head to toe and seemed out of place in the cruel and bloody environment of the Ten Absolute Hell.