The figure in red robes bore a black skull on his back, indicating from his attire that he was no follower of the righteous path.
His eyes held a faint bloodiness, malevolent and vicious, as though he had fallen into demonic madness.
Ye Ling narrowed his eyes, sensing that their cultivation techniques must be somewhat evil, giving off an uncomfortable aura all around.
As for this red-robed figure, he was clearly a practitioner of evil and deviant ways, his entire being exuded the scent of blood, his hands undoubtedly stained with human life.
He looked at Ye Ling and his group with a sinister gaze, "Who are you, and how did you come here?"
His voice was somewhat hoarse, but it carried an unmistakable killing intent.
For a Martial Artist like Ye Ling to have discovered them, it would inevitably bring trouble to their doorstep.
In such a case, there were only two options for someone like Ye Ling: to die or to join the Sect of Everlasting!