"Lord Holy Envoy!"
At that moment, Feng Wuyin spoke. "This batch of cannon fodder has been delivered. Next, can we begin exploring this underground palace?"
"Good."
The crimson-robed youth nodded. His expression was very calm as he spoke. "It took so many days just to open the gates of the underground palace. From here on, we must make haste. Otherwise, if the Holy Son feels we are incompetent, it will not be good."
"Yes."
Hearing the words "Holy Son," Feng Wuyin felt a chill in his heart and quickly nodded. "Lord Holy Envoy, rest assured. We will definitely speed up."
With that, he casually pointed at one of the dozens of Mortal Core Realm cultivators and said unceremoniously, "You, come here."
"Hurry up and get over there."
Hearing Feng Wuyin's voice, the black-robed cultivator behind that man shouted and violently lashed him with a whip. Instantly, the man let out a heart-wrenching scream and scrambled to the front of Feng Wuyin.
