"This guy really found Tragic Death City."
Jiang Li looked at the coffins and suddenly saw a familiar face.
It was the long-lost Sect Master of the Myriad Slaughter Sect.
Jiang Li's expression was complicated. After he grasped a certain amount of strength earlier, he started to search for traces and news in the Eastern Region.
He could not wait for ten years to take revenge.
However, at some point, this former medium-sized Divine Judgment faction had disappeared from this land.
Now, it seemed that Wu Fan had already achieved his ultimate goal.
Unfortunately, this so-called ultimate goal was only a lie.
Did they really think that the people of the past were simple and honest?
He had been tricked by a dead person from four to five thousand years ago and even lost an entire sect. This Myriad Slaughter Sect Master was really impressive.
