Shuffling footsteps sounded from the darkness. A ball of dim light floated up, illuminating a deathly pale Jiangchen Xie as he strode out of the abyss with a strange smile.

It seemed that they’d departed entirely from the tunnel the Scaled-Dragon King had dug. On the alert, the little nun and Yu Hengluo fixed their eyes on the approaching enemy.

The man had changed into a smoky long robe, and a streak of blood dribbled down the side of his mouth. Moreover, there was an enormous hole between his brows, through which one could glimpse his frothing brain. His eyes dripped with...