Su Yu's heart thumped as he wondered… Will the ghost that died a hundred years ago be reborn?
After he confirmed that he was really a middle-stage Divine Master, Su Yu held his breath and started retreating. As he looked at the trapped Xue Qi, Su Yu clenched his teeth slightly.
Su Yu knew that he couldn't fight a middle-stage Divine Master, and if he rushed in and acted rashly, then he wouldn't be able to save anyone and would just die in vain. Hence, he decided that it would be best to go back, then return later with help.
After he left quietly, he crawled out of the underground grotto. As the wind blew all around him, Su Yu felt a chilliness transmitting from his forehead. It was only at this moment that he noticed that his forehead was filled with cold sweat.
