He Peiyuan sat unharmed on the sofa. Across from him sat a young woman in a white dress, while a pale-faced boy stood in the corner.
By the door of the room, directly opposite Jiang Lingxuan and the others, a figure wrapped tightly in a cloak tilted his neck as though his head were about to fall off and collapsed sideways.
Jiang Lingxuan saw several scratch marks on the figure's neck. Foul-smelling blood seeped from the bloody wounds.
Thud!
The sound of the cloaked figure falling jolted everyone present out of their daze.
Amid a burst of commotion, the hunters had no idea what was happening and began to panic.
What happened?
Only Jiang Lingxuan regained his composure at once. He looked at He Peiyuan and asked, "Are you all right, Elder?"
"Everything is fine," He Peiyuan replied with a smile.
Jiang Lingxuan nodded, then ripped off the black mask of the dead man on the floor. "This person is Tyrant King. As expected, he was an Abomination!"
At that moment, many people saw the dead man's face. His eyes, still open, were blood-red, and the sour stench in his blood confirmed his identity as an Abomination.
"Tyrant King was actually an Abomination?!" a hunter cried out in terror, as if his entire worldview had collapsed.
"Luckily, we discovered it in time. Otherwise, something terrible would have happened!" another hunter said in relief.
"Wait, Tyrant King was incredibly strong. How did he die? Who killed him?" someone else asked, his voice filled with admiration.
Jiang Lingxuan looked at the woman in white sitting opposite He Peiyuan. With an unreadable look in his eyes, he said, "May I ask this benefactor's name? Thank you for saving us. Otherwise, our elder..."
"I merely happened to be passing by." Bai Yun'er's cool voice