"Brother Ming, I reckon we're not going to make it!" Xiao Wu whispered.
A bird's call pierced the night sky.
The thick fog surged, and dark silhouettes loomed near the "Fish Pit."
Whether it was the pitch-black sky or the ground shrouded in Evil Qi, people were approaching from all directions.
A small group of renowned disciples, including Cui Chonghe, Jiang Ran, and Cheng Cheng, had previously come here to fish for Yin Yang Fish.
Moreover, there were indeed "tough goods" here; exotic abnormalities in the form of Golden Winged Great Rocs had soared upwards, illuminating the heavens, and even legendary Zixiao Fiends had been discovered.
Therefore, from time to time, people came to the core area of the Cursed Land hoping for luck.
But ordinarily, there shouldn't be so many people here!
Qin Ming and Xiao Wu sensed a dozen people wandering nearby, their gazes as scorching as red-hot irons, intensely "burning."
