"I knew you were going to play dirty!"
Tang Zhen sneered when he heard the voice from behind him. He did not even turn his head as his sword swept out.
"Cough!"
The sound of weapons clashing rang out, and the Ambusher was sent flying back, slamming into the wall.
"Pfft!"
He spat out a mouthful of foul blood, which had an extremely foul smell.
Tang Zhen slowly turned around and looked at the attacker who was struggling to get up. It was the skinny cultivator who had snatched the monster at the city gate but was forced back by Tang Zhen.
His mask had already fallen off, revealing a skinny face, like a dried corpse that had died for a long time.
"It's you indeed!"
Tang Zhen had sensed the other party's existence earlier. When he entered the cave, he discovered that the other party was hiding in a window display on the wall, pretending to be a corpse.
