The Return of the Hidden Immortal

The man in the dim space looked at the dark world, demons were everywhere, fellow disciples and former friends were dying in blood. Blood and tears trickled down from the man's eyes, and he slapped the illusory barrier in front of him over and over again, shouting at the top of his lungs to get a response that was out of reach. Until he saw the old man with white hair falling down covered in blood, the man let out the saddest roar. At this time, a trace of black energy grew in the man's eyes. "Wrong! I made the wrong choice!" Black energy continued to spread around the man. "Yes! Zhutian! Kill them all, kill them all, and 'they' will all disappear!" The man became more and more crazy, and when the black energy was about to swallow him completely, one familiar voice after another sounded in the man's ears. As the last kind and friendly voice faded away, the black energy around the man suddenly dissipated. The face stained with blood and tears is resolute and resolute - he will live up to his fate and wait for his return.