Charging Towards the Enemy Camp (3)

A moment later, Jiang Ming turned around and left, continuing to go deeper into the ruins.

His gaze was a little cold. These people from the Cangming Grotto-Heaven were simply crazy. They were sanctimonious in the outside world. However, they were so cruel after entering this place. They did not treat these low-level individual cultivators as humans at all.

"Spirit Silkworm Mountain, Cangming Grotto-Heaven…" Jiang Ming said softly. Once again, he clearly realized the cruelty of this world.

Behind the resplendent light of those high and mighty grotto-heavens and blessed lands was terrifying darkness. 

"Wu Hen is not good at other things. However, when it comes to running away, there should be no one who can compare to him," Jiang Ming whispered, hoping that Wu Hen was not among the destroyed team.