In every corner of the Dragon Cave, there was a black liquid, constantly seeping out and squirming as if it were alive.
"What the hell?!"
Chen Sheng felt like his scalp was about to explode.
He would rather fight Zhao Zhenfeng again than face such a strange and terrifying thing.
Boom!
Without thinking too much,
Chen Sheng stomped on the ground, and his body shot out in an instant.
He didn't plan to wait for the green airflow, instead, he intended to head straight to the next melting cave.
However.
Just as he turned around.
A stooped and elderly figure appeared directly in front of him.
Chen Sheng's footsteps stopped abruptly, and his pupils contracted.
When did this person appear?
In front of him was an old man with white hair.
He was thin as a stick, with loose skin, allowing one to clearly see the contours of every bone in his body.
All kinds of scars, big and small, were intertwined messily on the surface of his skin.
