章節 1943: Honest Man

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.