Death To All Where The Fist Passes
Editor: Atlas Studios
The sudden sound of footsteps was exceptionally piercing.
It was as if someone was approaching them in the silent forest.
This surprised Lu Jian and the others.
But they did not know who it was.
Reinforcements?
Or an accidental intrusion?
Or perhaps an expert from Ba Country?
Faced with these sudden footsteps, a large number of ghost cultivators also looked in the direction of the sound.
They seemed to also be very curious about who it was.
Soon, everyone saw a figure slowly appear from the darkness.
The person was walking towards them alone.
"Alone?" Lu Jian was surprised.
"I can't see his face clearly. What about you guys?" Lin An asked.
"The same for me," Bei Fang said.
"I indeed can't see the person's face." Hong Luan nodded.
However, this person who suddenly appeared didn't look like a ghost cultivator.
"A human?" A low voice came from among the ghost soldiers.