Grandfather Comes to Claim His Kin?

Meng Qiuhan shook her head. "I don't know either. Everything I know came from intelligence others gave me."

Under the dim firelight, her profile looked hazy, dreamlike and unreal.

Xiao Chen nodded without speaking, yet he could not shake the feeling that Blood Corpse Mountain was steeped in strangeness at every turn.

Like the black ghost faces that had just flown out of the antfiend corpses.

At the same time.

Inside a cold, dark cave somewhere on Blood Corpse Mountain's Third Peak, nearly a thousand ghost faces surged in, circling above a black stone coffin and letting out shrill cries.

The stone coffin was enormous—over three meters long and two meters wide. Its surface was carved with ancient green runes and wreathed in black mist, terrifying beyond measure!

"Master, the Blackblood Antfiend swarm has been slaughtered!"

"The Mountain Devouring Demon Tiger is dead too."

"Your Blood Refinement Flowers have been harvested!"

Several ghost faces rushed near the stone coffin and spoke to it in dry, grating voices.

The black ripples on the coffin's surface suddenly lit up. The lid slowly opened, and within it, a withered old man with white hair and black armor abruptly opened his eyes. A flash of blood-red light passed through them, and his gaze was utterly horrifying.

Cold, savage, tyrannical, indifferent!

The withered old man straightened up and stepped out of the coffin. Looking at the ghost faces before him, boundless violence filled his eyes. "Who was it? Who dared touch my ant slaves and spiritual flowers?"

"A Human Race youth. He was ferocious—he slaughtered nearly a thousand antfiends and the Mountain Devouring Demon Tiger all by himself!" one ghost face said, its voice trembling.

"A Human Race youth? The Human Race is weak and feeble. How could they possibly produce such a monstrous