A gloomy Zhang Mo stood beside the blood pool, looking at the churning blood within it, pondering in his heart which faction he should go plague next.
But just then, the atmosphere in the spacious cavern abruptly fell silent.
The Blood Puppets carrying corpses suddenly seemed to have been frozen, standing rigidly in place without moving an inch. Even the churning blood in the blood pool seemed to have congealed.
An icy chill spread across Zhang Mo's spine. He held his breath, his eyes filled with horror.
Although he did not know what had happened, and did not even understand why the blood before his eyes had stopped moving, he knew that a strong person had arrived.
A Golden Core cultivator!
He slowly turned his neck, and his stiff body turned around with it.
Just three feet behind him stood a withered, gaunt elder.
The elder's eyes were incomparably deep, yet they carried a savage, vicious aura. That feeling was like a berserk fierce beast, desiring to swallow Zhang Mo in front of him in one bite.
"It's you!" Zhang Mo saw the elder's face clearly, and his expression became filled with terror.
"That's right, it's me!" the elder said in a hoarse voice.
"You're not dead!"
"Hahaha, if I didn't kill you, I would die with my eyes open!" the elder laughed, laughing with utter satisfaction, laughing with a hint of madness.
Blood red filled Zhang Mo's eyes. "You!"
He still wanted to say something, but before the words could leave his mouth, a shriveled palm clamped tightly around his neck.
"I searched so bitterly for you! In order to find you, I traveled across the entire Western Regions and the Wanhua Mountain Range over the past year!"
"Haha, I finally found you!"
"Zhang Mo! Are you ready?"
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