The Curse Tree turned and left.
But it did not return to the Second Layer of Cursed Land; instead, it returned to that eerie and ancient world.
The Curse Tree looked at the Nine Netherworld Phoenix still lying motionless on the altar without speaking.
"He escaped."
The Curse Tree said hoarsely, with a hint of hatred in its eyes.
If the Curse Tree were to take human form, it would undoubtedly have clenched fists and grit teeth at this moment.
The Curse Tree looked up at a certain place in the void and said, "Sir, can the master's vengeance still be repaid?"
The void at which the Curse Tree was looking revealed a figure.
It was a young man in green, carrying a sword, seemingly a Sword Cultivator.
If Ye Xuan were here at this moment, he would surely be shocked.
Because this young man was none other than the Sword Cultivator Ye Xuan had encountered when he came to explore the Death Netherworld.
This person had clearly died at Ye Xuan's hands, yet now he was appearing here.
