C672 The Strength of a Ghost Cultivator

"This is the land of Alchemy Saints. It is indeed majestic and imposing!" An expert said with a sigh.

Ye Feng's gaze swept across those tall islands. There was a strange uneasiness in his heart. The islands looked as if they had been cut by swords and sabers, and they were carved into the shape of pill furnace. However, there were solid rocks inside.

He wasn't afraid of anyone else