Whether Accomplice's Heart was a unique item or not, its ability was terrifying.
Three Accomplice's Hearts could be exchanged for the lives of any three peerless experts.
To any super force, that was a devastating weapon!
Both Luo Zheng and Ling Shuang, as well as the ratfolk, were greatly tempted.
The ratfolk, especially, were all wondering inwardly: with only three Accomplice's Hearts, how many would Luo Zheng give them? One or three? Was there any way to fight for more?
Just as Luo Zheng took another step forward and prepared to approach those hearts, a huge face suddenly emerged from the top of the broad passage.
That face was hideously ugly, like a tattered scrap of cloth. The two holes in the cloth were its eyes.
"Ugh..."
The rag-like face wailed and chattered. The many blood vessels originally clinging to the top of the passage writhed continuously, like curling leaves, forming eight Blood Mark vortexes.
Ling Shuang and the ratfolk had long known how formidable the Nineteenth Path was. At the slightest disturbance, their vigilance would rise sharply.
When they saw the Blood Mark vortexes, they all retreated, leaving only Luo Zheng standing where he was, staring at them.
"Whoosh!"
As the Blood Mark vortexes spun, eight enormous Blood Hands reached out from within and slapped directly toward Luo Zheng.
Sensing the aura released by the Blood Hands, even Luo Zheng felt a trace of danger.
Although his physical body was enough to roam unhindered through the Other Shore, Luo Zheng understood that he was by no means invincible.
The inability of the physical body to enter the Other Shore had only happened after the Ancient God Body-Refining Method was sealed. Before that, countless Desolate Gods had entered the Other Shore in the flesh. But where had those Desolate Gods