The forefather of nine colors looked at Lin fan. His heart was filled with sorrow and misery.
He didn't offend anyone, yet he had to suffer such a thing. No matter who it was, they would find it unbearable and even sad.
"Don't worry, I've already killed this guy." Lin fan said.
From the current situation, the situation had begun to become unclear.
The descenders who came to the outer realm all had pretty good cultivation and were very strong.
There were only two choices if he wanted to live.
The first method was to rely on luck.
If they were lucky, they wouldn't be discovered by the descenders. If they weren't lucky, they would basically be finished.
Of course, there was a second option, which was to be with him. There would be no problems.
Everything was going well.
