67 Zifu Disciple

"Go ahead and kill me."

"Even as a ghost, I won't forgive you."

"Aaargh!"

"No, no, no!"

Standing in the middle of the boundless darkness of the great formation, sounds could vaguely be heard from everywhere, as though many people were suffering terrifying torments. Ji Ning was secretly startled. "They wildly purchased so many slaves, and even controlled the leaders of some tribes to snatch up some slaves through battling other tribes. What are they doing!"

"No matter what, first I have to leave." Ning stared seriously at his surroundings. With a 'swoosh', he charged forward, moving more than a kilometer. And then, he once more turned and began to sprint, retreat, leap forward…within the pitch black, foggy formation, Ning moved around at high speed for a long time, but no matter where he moved, he remained within the formation filled with the dark fog and cold air.