At this very moment, within the underground passage Yu Ming had constructed, a figure was moving at incredible speed. Vines growing throughout the passage inevitably wound around his withered body, yet within a single second of his passing, every plant would be corroded and perish.
This person was Xie Min. The reason he had arrived five minutes later than Yu Ming was because, when he killed the First Incarnation in the village, he had been caught in a little trap Yu Ming had set, delaying him for five minutes.
Xie Min extended his dark tongue, riddled with sores, and licked a leaf vein that had fallen onto his upper lip:
"That brat is rather interesting. He seems to have hidden some of his strength, and the scent within him should be exceptionally delicious. But such a clever mind gives me a slight headache. He is like I was in my younger days, wanting to accomplish something great and believing he could cover the sky with one hand. Truly interesting. If he hadn't set his sights on me, I really wouldn't have wanted to kill him."
The cave exit before Xie Min was now clearly visible, and the thick Chaos aura drifting in from outside made him feel increasingly impatient.
As he shot out of the cave and followed the Chaos aura into a regular hexagonal room, a man with indistinct facial features rose from a crawling position. A gray-black cloak formed itself over his shoulders.
Gray eyes brimming with Chaos slowly opened and looked toward Xie Min at the doorway. The corners of his barely discernible mouth split into the eerie smile Zhang Chen and the others knew so well.
Watching all this, Xie Min tilted his withered head slightly. "The Tenth Apostle?"
"You must be Xie Min, the former