Li Yan himself found this idea absurd.
Ma Santong, after all, was one of the Seventy-two Demon Lords.
Those were ancient spirits, indestructible even in the Sealing God battle, only suppressed at Luo Feng Mountain, existing as undying beings.
Li Yan was unclear about what these Demon Lords represented.
But he knew, Qingniu Temple's master would definitely fail!
"Let's go, something must have happened to them."
Li Yan tightly held the Hook Paper, leading the way ahead.
This cave seemed to be the relics of an even older tribe, with occasional fragments of pottery and a large amount of devoured animal bones.
It extended in all directions, and at the time, it was unknown how many people lived there.
Especially within the cave, the fog and miasma were even denser, even lighting a torch revealed only two to three meters around.
Luckily, the Hook Paper consistently pointed the direction.
Li Yan led the group, quickly disappearing into the thick fog...
