The Huge Warhorse and the Scene of Fallen Soul Valley

The level of danger just now had exceeded his expectations.

If not for the Slime King's power, Ye Feng would have been completely annihilated.

However, even though Ye Feng managed to escape, the skinny old man was in a very miserable state. He was already on the verge of death from the Slime's torture, and he did not even have the strength to move.

"Hehehe! Little bug, you win!"

The skinny old man stared at Ye Feng, and his eyes revealed a trace of despair and bitterness.

Under the suppression of absolute strength, he was not Ye Feng's opponent at all.

"Tell me. How can I leave this d*mn place?!"

Ye Feng stood up. His gaze was sharp and his tone was cold.

"Hmph! You don't have to ask me. I'm only responsible for spreading faith. I won't tell you anything else," the skinny old man said with a scornful smile.

"Oh?" Ye Feng's lips curved up. "So you're quite tough. Then I'll add something more for you!"