Three hundred kilometers beneath the surface.
Beside an underground river that had never seen daylight.
"Bang!"
Corpse Ancestor Hanba came tumbling out, crashing heavily into the muddy water.
It gasped for breath, its chest heaving violently.
Its flesh was torn and hanging in great swathes. Its right arm had been severed at the shoulder, and black corpse blood still seeped from the wound. The wounds tainted by Zhao Xinyue's True Essence were sizzling, continuously burning its demonic body.
"Damn human girl!"
It cursed through gritted teeth.
An Eighth-Rank Great Demon King like itself had been driven to this state by a junior. It had severed an arm and even burned its own origin just to barely save its life.
It would remember this score.
It sat cross-legged, endured the agony, and circulated the demonic energy left in its body to suppress the flames in its wounds.
Once its injuries had stabilized, it would have to find a few human bases on the outskirts, each with a population of a million, drain everyone inside, and replenish itself properly.
Just as it was about to close its eyes and regulate its breathing,
its movements suddenly froze.
Its blue-faced, fanged visage twisted sharply, its eyes fixed on a smooth rock half a meter away.
Something was resting there.
A piece of black jade.
The hairs all over Corpse Ancestor Hanba's body stood on end. Its remaining left hand immediately gathered a mass of sickly green poisonous fire.
"Who's playing tricks? Show yourself!"
The only sound around the underground river was the rush of water.
There was no response.
It stared fixedly at the rock.
This place was three hundred kilometers underground. Even the river flowed extremely slowly here. It was impossible for outsiders to venture this deep.
The piece of jade had appeared