C99 (1/2)

Even now, I haven't been able to figure out where I really am. I've even been in this cave for a few days and nights. The atmosphere here is very mysterious, depressing, and depressing. It makes me flustered.

There were still a lot of walking corpses in front of me. They all slowly moved forward, almost every few minutes.

There seemed to be a few other people standing at the bottom of the altar, and I could not see their faces clearly due to the flickering flame, but there was one person whose figure was especially familiar to me, it seemed to be the middle-aged man who had knocked the eldest senior brother down the cliff. I would never mistake this person, even if he turned into ashes.

The moment I saw him appear here, my heart ached for him, and after that, anger burned in my heart. I gritted my teeth in hatred. If it wasn't for the various iron chains on my hands and feet, I would have rushed forward and bit him to death with my teeth.

It is he who killed my eldest senior brother, and my hatred for him is absolutely irreconcilable.

There were a few people standing beside the middle-aged man who killed my eldest senior brother. He looked quite old, and there was also a man with a white beard wearing a wide black robe.

Actually, everyone in the hall was very strange, including the black clothed men and the zombie-like prisoners.

My eyes were staring coldly at the middle-aged man, filled with killing intent. The middle-aged man seemed to be talking to the people beside him, but they were too far away for me to hear a single word.

Perhaps because my gaze was too vicious, the middle-aged man who was staring at me felt uneasy. He suddenly raised his head and looked in my direction. His gaze was cold as he glanced in my direction.

I subconsciously withdrew my gaze and hid my figure within the crowd.

This kind of insight is very similar to a person's sixth sense. For example, if you walk on the street, and there's someone behind you all the time staring at you, then you will clearly feel that someone is looking at you at this moment, causing you to feel very uncomfortable. When you turn around, you will find that there really is someone looking at you from behind.

This was the so-called sixth sense. As a cultivator, the sixth sense would become even stronger, especially when it came to people with profound cultivation bases. Even if you looked at him with your eyes out of ill intentions, he would be able to detect it.

This middle-aged man killed my Senior Brother who had cultivated for more than twenty years. Thus, it can be seen that his cultivation is not ordinary, and it is even more so not something that a newbie like me can compare with. In front of such a strong enemy, I must avoid his attack and try to let myself die a little later.

Very quickly, the middle-aged man retracted his gaze and continued to speak in a low voice to the old man with the white beard.

I finally let out a sigh of relief and obediently stood at the back of the crowd as I slowly moved forward.

More than an hour had passed, I estimated that the number of people in front of me had decreased by half. I didn't know where they had gone to. At this moment, I was getting closer and closer to the terrifying altar.

At this moment, when I raised my head and looked again, I could already clearly see the scene on the altar. There was a person walking at the very front, and was pulled to the altar by two men in black. One of the men in black took out an iron pipe and inserted it into the man's arm.