"My lord, there are two more people here!"
Following Drought Demon Qin Jian's words, the black-robed man in the distance casted a cold gaze at Ye Chen and Wu Tianhou.
At that moment, Wu Tianhou of the Witchcraft Sect, who was next to Ye Chen, felt a bone-chilling coldness charging at his back. It was as if he was being targeted by some primordial beast.
He was scared. If Ye Chen was not by his side, he would have fallen to the ground.
He did not know who this black-robed man was, but he had personally witnessed him resist the wrath of heaven. He had even broken through the attack of the old saint of Purple Cap Mountain.
Such a person was definitely a saint.
However, Ye Chen's expression did not change at all. He only looked at the black-robed man quietly.
Other than the person from the Purple Cap Mountain, he was the most powerful being Ye Chen had seen in the Kunlun Ruins.
So what?!
