Shura's Wrath Chapter 103 - Xi Ling (3)

Xi Ling (3)

Editor: OJ

Another hidden region had been found by Xiao Hui. Whist looking at the rope ladder it became obviously that it was possible to descend into the cave, but Ling Chen hesitated¦ Did he want to go down? The reason he came here was to look for the Flaming Black Grass but he had been looking for 4 hours but his efforts had been in vain. The hole that stood before him clearly leads deep below, to a place where there clearly was no Flaming Black Grass. If he went down, not only would he possibly face unexpected danger, he might also lose a lot of time and then the "Scary Bastard" will return. Then he will have lost all hope of finding the Flaming Black Grass. Does he want to go down!?

Ling Chen looked back at the path that he took to get here. After searching for so long, with all his efforts in vain, he was becoming more and more convinced that the Lonely Spirit Ridge actually had no Flaming Black Grass.

"Fine, if the Lonely Spirit Ridge really had Flaming Black Grass, I would have found it ages ago." Ling Chen thought aloud. Walking towards the hole, holding onto the rope ladder, he slowly descending down into the hole. He wanted to know where this hidden cave, hidden in the Lonely Spirit Ridge would lead to.

In reality, Ling chen had already subconsciously accepted it as fact¦ that the Flaming Black Grass did not exist in Lonely Spirit Ridge. Ever since a long long time ago, the Flaming Black Grass  had already been extinct from the Lonely Spirit Ridge. In regards to the documents that talked about the Flaming Black Grass  in Lonely Spirit Ridge, they must have been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Within these recent years, no one had survived after entering the Lonely Spirit Ridge so there is no way anyone could have know this¦ even the Azure Dragon City Master.

So Ling Chen had received this task, but it was a task that couldn't even be completed. Not only that it was the father of all cruel and painful tasks.

The hole was very narrow. Whist descending, Ling Cheng's shoulders were scraping

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