Cold Cicada Looking Down from the Sky

Along with the violent wind, a figure glided to Jing Jiu's side.

Though the flowing lava was a bit murky, it had a faint glow; moreover, Jing Jiu's right hand was as bright as a torch, enough to illuminate the surrounding area.

He was a skinny middle-aged man, his two eyes emitting a greenish glow, his hair loose and scattered. He looked like a wild animal, exuding a heavy evil energy as thick as the dark night.

This deviant practitioner was indeed very powerful, which is why could cultivate so deep under the ground, and he should be quite famous on the Cold Mountain.

Jing Jiu glanced at him and was certain that this man's Cultivation state was higher than his own.

Then he looked at the magic treasure in his right hand, and was certain that this object was hard enough even though it didn't withstand the heat so well.