When this statement was made, Jian Wushuang felt that things weren't as good as he had hoped.
Perhaps the summons below was aimed at Wu Li.
It had nothing to do with him.
So he had to eliminate him.
That was the only possibility.
If he continued like this, he might even be forcibly driven out.
But since he had come this far, he could only grit his teeth and continue downwards.
"Forget it, let's keep going!"
He decided to forge ahead regardless!
He refused to believe it.
Why was it always him who had the bad luck?
Following the cracks, he continued downward.
A white light burst forth from his body.
It illuminated the path ahead.
The cracks at the foot of the mountain were very damp, with water flowing down the stone walls.
The walls were covered with moss.
The further down they went, the larger the spaces between the cracks became.
Behind Wu Li, he walked at the forefront.
