Shi Qingfeng pushed his Protective Magical Treasure to its absolute limit before leading the group into the cave.
That cultivator may have been greedy, but he was by no means a coward. A coward wouldn't have participated in this Contest for the Nine Marvels. To frighten him into such a state, the scene inside the cave must have been truly extraordinary.
Just a few steps into the cave, the group was hit by the thick stench of blood.
The smell was so strong it even overpowered the unique, foul odor of the Demons within the cave.
"This much blood... it's not from just one or two dead Cultivators."
A Cultivator said in a hushed voice.
