"How could he be here?"
Qin Feng, upon seeing him, couldn't help but be greatly surprised.
Because that person was not a creature of this realm, but a Ghost Controlling Sect disciple named Xiu Xin whom he'd met outside the Ancient Battlefield in the Southern Domain.
Xiu Xin was undoubtedly a genius, being able to become a True Disciple of a Major Sect like the Ghost Controlling Sect that had thousands of years of heritage, which alone proved his talents far surpassed ordinary people.
However, the once genius disciple of the Ghost Controlling Sect now found himself in a very pitiful state.
He was not only disheveled and seriously injured, but he was also bound to a stake in front of a church, awaiting execution.
Xiu Xin was tightly chained to the stake with Refined Iron, and even his palms were pierced with iron nails, firmly attaching him to the cross of the stake, with blood dripping steadily onto the ground, pooling into two puddles.
