"Xiangtingshan!?"
Huang Sanlang's gaze swept over, seeing a familiar face, he couldn't help but show a look of apprehension.
In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, disciples from various demon caves always have a natural reverence for White Elephant Mountain.
Simply because the spirit monsters and demonic ghosts of this land have been ruled by this lineage for generations.
"Huang Sanlang, did you see a ghost?" Xiangtingshan chuckled lightly.
"He's more frightening than a ghost." Huang Sanlang shook his head and instinctively looked at Li Changgeng.
"Has he already arrived?" Li Changgeng murmured softly.
"Zhang Fan..."
Huang Sanlang gritted his teeth and recounted everything that happened in Yellow Skin Cave.
Swallowed hundreds of primordial spirits in one gulp, sinking into a deep dark night, and when he was released again, the three experts of Zhang Family had already fallen and perished.
