chapter 1180 Immortal again

"Chinese, you play the game well!" The shadow spoke in stiff Chinese. Han swept the shadow with his spiritual perception. It was already nightfall, and in the pitch-dark forest, spiritual perception was much more useful than eyes. The man in front of him wore a large black robe, covering more than half of his head. To Han's surprise, a cloud of black fog condensed on the face of the man in the black robe, and even the spiritual perception could not penetrate it, making it impossible to see his...