Magic Power Burst, Hermes Boots
A thousand meters underground.
It was dark, cold, and damp.
It was as if no life was willing to survive here.
Even the number of demon beasts had decreased greatly.
Lin Xuan followed the path of the Little Rock Snake and easily found the place where the large group of ghosts gathered.
He was now standing at the edge of a cliff. Under the cliff were pairs of dark green eyes.
Most of the ghosts were as numb and motionless as last time.
However, this time, seemingly because they had smelled a living person, the ghosts closest to Lin Xuan suddenly became restless.
Greed appeared on their numb faces, like hungry wolves.
The Indian martial artist swallowed.
Why did this person bring him here?
The Indian martial artist could not help but speak, wanting to beg this person for mercy, hoping to use India's information to exchange for his life.