Cold Lake Gang

The western side was riddled with Spatial Rifts. What he was doing was pure suicide.

"Forget him. Anyone who came in was nine parts dead already. He probably doesn't want to live anymore. If he's looking to die, let him—hmm? Y-you..."

One of the leaders couldn't care less what the man intended to do. But when he looked toward the piglet who had left the group, his face changed dramatically.

Everyone looked over at once, their faces turning deathly pale with fright.

The piglet who had just left the group had somehow turned around and was looking back at them.

That wasn't even the worst of it. His head had turned a full 180 degrees, and the smile on his face was so exaggerated that it stretched all the way to his ears.

His mouth curved wider than a crescent moon. Just looking at that eerie smile sent a chill down their spines.

Even more terrifying, as the piglet ran, he hadn't yet reached the Spatial Rift when his body turned into countless black particles and vanished.

All that remained were the eight men, gaping in shock and shivering with fear.

Meanwhile, outside, not long after the piglets entered,

a lanky, ghastly shadow secretly ventured deep into Yin Corpse Mound. It hid in the darkness at the bottom of the lake, biding its time, its pair of shadowy eyes fixed on the Blood Refining Realm disciple on guard.

"Heh heh heh!"

Slurp!

If Zhao Han had been there, he would surely have recognized the lanky, ghastly shadow as the Devil Weird that had escaped from Devil Weird Lake.

The lanky, ghastly shadow silently came to hover above the Blood Refining Realm disciple and lowered an extremely long black claw from its right hand toward the top of his head.

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