Upon hearing the words of the Broken-legged Cultivation behind him, Ye Feng pondered deeply and finally understood why his journey had been so smooth.
At that time, he was merely thinking simply and asked, "I wonder what you need me to do?"
"I have been trapped in this place for tens of thousands of years, my cultivation long dried up, relying solely on devouring the bodies of cultivators on the steps to survive till now, once hoping there might be a chance to leave here."
"However, a change has occurred here, everything here…"
As the words came to this point, the face of the Broken-legged Cultivation underwent a sudden change, turning a shade paler.
Black blood once again spurted from the corner of his mouth.
And the words he was about to utter retreated back into his mouth.
He glanced at the distant starry sky with a hint of fear, then changed his tone, saying, "If you can make it out of here, I hope you can go to one place for me."
