Who?
Who has stolen my Vermilion Bird Immortality Elixir?
The smug expression on the Yin Ya Demon Saint's face froze, his eyes like lightning, fixedly staring at the suddenly appearing figure.
He was certain that the Drunken Sword Saint had already fallen, and the Vermilion Bird Immortality Elixir had reverted to its original form. No one else should be here, so how could a snatcher suddenly appear?
This voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. The Yin Ya Demon Saint furrowed his brows slightly, then his eyes flashed with brilliance, staring closely to see exactly who the snatcher was.
"Nineteenth Prince!"
Finally, the Yin Ya Demon Saint saw Su Han's appearance clearly, which shocked him greatly and left him in disbelief.
This place was at a depth of ten thousand meters underground, where the magma was so terrifying that even he couldn't linger long. If not for chasing the Vermilion Bird Immortality Elixir, he would never have come here.
