Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole

Taurus Star Dragon strode slowly forward, his burly frame crushing loose stones underfoot. He carried a cold body in each hand: Jiang Zhanheng, whom he had severely wounded earlier, and Shi Mengshan, who had been buried deep in a pit.

Both had long since lost all signs of life. Their bodies were cold and stiff.

Tang Mengyin shuddered like a startled cat, tears still clinging to her cheeks as overwhelming terror ran rampant in her heart. Yet she did not retreat a single step. She shifted sideways, shielding Lan Muzi and the unconscious Zhuo Shi with her slender body as she faced Taurus Star Dragon's towering figure.

The shadow of death made breathing difficult, and her limbs trembled uncontrollably.

Taurus Star Dragon raised his hands and heaved both corpses through the air. They crashed heavily onto the ground before Tang Mengyin, sending dust flying everywhere.

In Eastsea City, inside a stronghold of the Black Hand Clan.

This was a secret underground space covering an area the size of a soccer field. Corridors branched in every direction, with neatly arranged rooms serving various functions. The lighting was dim, and a faint black mist lingered perpetually in the air. The atmosphere was so intense that any outsider would immediately mistake it for an Evil Soul Master's lair.

Inside one spacious lounge, however, the scene was utterly absurd.

Others hiding in a secret stronghold would either cultivate and regulate their breathing or stand guard, maintaining a tense, solemn atmosphere.

Tang Wulin alone refused to follow convention. All he cared about was eating.

The table was piled like a small mountain with high-grade soul beast meat, specially prepared nutritional cakes, and premium soul power fruits. Tang Wulin buried his head in the food, his hands moving at a ridiculous speed and his mouth never