Looking at the desiccated corpse on the ground, Ye Lin clapped his hands and glanced into the distance. Then his figure silently vanished.
Not long after Ye Lin left, three young men arrived at the scene. Upon seeing the desiccated corpse within the enormous crater, their expressions shifted uncertainly.
"Th-this... is that Senior Brother Chen Dong?"
"It... it should be Senior Brother Chen Dong, right? Why has Senior Brother Chen Dong become like this? Who did this? Whose handiwork was it?"
As they looked at the corpse before them, all three men wore frightened expressions. They simply could not believe that the desiccated corpse before them was their Senior Brother Chen Dong.
Who was Senior Brother Chen Dong? He was one of the finest among the second echelon, renowned even within that echelon. Why had such a powerful prodigy now become a desiccated corpse?
"Damn it, why does this method seem so familiar?"
One of the young men crouched before the corpse, stroking his chin as he pondered. The corpse before him seemed to remind him of something, yet he could not recall what it was.
What was it? The question gave him an awful headache. Just what had it reminded him of?
"Right—the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art. A desiccated corpse. Chen Dong's blood essence and vital energy were completely drained, and it was done so decisively. When we sensed Senior Brother Chen Dong's aura just now, we were only several dozen seconds away from this place."
"And turning a Tribulation Transcendence Heavenly Lord into a desiccated corpse in several dozen seconds? Only the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art—the foremost evil art since time immemorial, which made all races tremble in fear during the primordial era—could accomplish that."
Hearing the young man's words, the expressions of the other two changed drastically.
"What? The