Their strength had been declining again and again, and now only the power of faith from their believers could increase their strength.
If the faith of the believers changed, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to them.
"Song ..." The cultivator subconsciously called out song qingxiao's name in his panic.
The old man was also affected by the dark environment. It seemed like the bottom of the cave was endless. The old cultivator had a pessimistic feeling that he might never be able to get out.
He even had a faint feeling that there might not be any underground rivers. This place was filled with stone forests, and occasionally, everyone could smell an old and decaying smell.
It was like the smell of rotting corpses that had accumulated for a long time. Because of the dull environment, it was lingering, forming a kind of death aura.
