"What is that thing?"
Bao Wuxin asked via telepathy.
She had just entered the cave when Zhang Kui suddenly pulled her up to the top and pointed ahead.
This cave was peculiar, with a maze-like natural complex and obscuring black fog that blocked Divine Sense, even the Mahayana Realm seemed to be groping in the dark.
Nothing could be seen from below, but if one hid in this small air chamber, the view was unobstructed.
"It should... be the Immortal Fiend that the Old Turtle Demon mentioned."
Zhang Kui squinted, staring downward.
The figure was blurry, its Qi Mechanism was erratic, its hair soaked with filthy blood covered its face, and its flowing white robe was riddled with huge wounds, black light swirling around it.
This thing didn't have the black halo seen behind the Divine Resentment, but its aura was even more bizarre. If stared at for too long, pieces of sound and images would appear in one's mind.
Blood, sacrifice, slaughter...
