Primitive Mountain

Hearing the words of the walking dead, the self-cultivators were exhilarated.

It had taken them great efforts to cross the Universe's Saint Realm to the dangerous wasteland of the universe to find Chaos Spirit herbs and they were naturally excited after finally finding a chaotic planet.

Thinking of the difficulties they had encountered on the way here, the countless self-cultivators all laughed happily, thinking their efforts were well rewarded.

However, none of them noticed that in the depths of the mist on the drained planet, a pair of blood-thirsty red eyes were watching them with chilling murderous intent.

As Qingfeng Li walked forward with Black Puppy and the others, he was watching his back. After all, he had been followed by ten thousand self-cultivators, a great force in themselves.

When he saw the walking dead use the ancient death curse chant to drive away the grey death particles, his expression changed instantly.