"Without the protection of angels, I'm afraid I can't hold on for even ten minutes in this damned place!"
Locke couldn't help complaining in such a bad environment.
Ten meters above Locke and the others, a large number of pillars more than 10 meters high were erected on a huge rock. Some of the pillars had collapsed, and the broken pillars were leaning against other pillars.
At the center of these pillars.
A skinny figure with rotten clothes suddenly opened his eyes.
This person's eyes had lost their luster, but after sensing the aura of a stranger, his eyes began to emit a sharp light!
"Well... Finally, someone found this place!"
"I've been waiting for you for more than 20 years!"
A hoarse but excited voice came from this man's mouth.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black mist gushed out of his body and finally formed a shadow of an old man in the air.
The shadow wore a black robe and held a magic stick in his hand.