"Patriarch...?"
But that was impossible... How could someone on the Patriarch's level appear in a place like this...
Zhou Jin stared at Mo Hua in horror, but he could not see Mo Hua's face. All he could see was that Ghost Face Mask.
When Zhou Jin first saw the Ghost Face Mask, he had only thought it ugly and casually made. Looking at it now, however, he felt it was filled with wild, unrestrained spirit and profound artistic intent.
The shock in Zhou Jin's heart grew ever greater.
Meanwhile, Zhou the Wealthy's true body had been simply snuffed out by Mo Hua. His corpse collapsed, and that mesmerizing power dispersed with it.
The Mountain-Piercing Rat, Iron Mountain Tiger, and the others regained their senses as well.
Looking around, they saw that Zhou the Wealthy, who had been as vicious and baleful as a demon moments ago, had somehow become like a "dead rat" with its bones pulled out, lying limply on the ground. They all looked stunned.
"Big Brother," Iron Mountain Tiger could not help looking at Mo Hua as he asked, "Zhou the Wealthy..."
Mo Hua said blandly, "It was nothing. Surrounded and attacked by all of you, it had already been a spent arrow. It merely exhausted its strength, fell, and died."
"I see..." Iron Mountain Tiger nodded, though he did not know whether he should believe it.
Mo Hua looked at Zhou Jin again. "Brother Zhou also contributed greatly. Otherwise, the Mountain-Piercing Rat might have lost his life."
Iron Mountain Tiger immediately cupped his hands to Zhou Jin again. "Many thanks."
More than anyone else, the Mountain-Piercing Rat understood the danger they had just faced. Knowing that he had nearly fallen into that old corpse's hands, cold sweat poured down his back. He too cupped his hands