บท 1847: This kid

When Feng Jiu and the others entered, they found that the dungeon was as huge as the square above. However, they didn't encounter anyone along the way.

They heard clearly that inside were devilry cultivators who had committed an offence and waited for death. However, there was no one in sight. They turned vigilant. They walked in a team of two with their backs facing each other, paying attention to the movement around them.

"Hey!"

All of a sudden, a sharp shout was heard and a man in tattered clothes came out. At the next moment, dozens of people in rags, almost naked, came out and rushed toward Feng Jiu and others. Their speed and momentum were like hungry beasts, making the people scared witless.

Although both sides didn't carry weapons, the killing intent rose up and the chilly aura made the whole dungeon gloomier. The low shouts, the sounds of striking fists and palm winds rang loudly inside the dungeon.

"Ah!"