Outside the cave, Taotie Douluo Xuan Zi sat with one leg crossed over the other, a chicken drumstick in one hand and a wine flask in the other. He, too, heard the terrifying explosion from inside the cave and felt the ground shake. His chewing stopped.
Xuan Zi froze for a moment, then realized what had happened. Something had gone wrong again!
"Bastard!"
Xuan Zi charged into the cave like a madman, reaching the fourteen members of the Shrek Team in just a few seconds.
Among the seven main team members, Yao Haoxuan had died a gruesome death on the spot, Chen Zifeng had lost a leg, Xixi's back was a bloody ruin, Dai Yueheng was severely wounded, and Gongyang Mo and Ling Luocheng had suffered internal injuries.
With apprehension in his heart, Xuan Zi swept his gaze toward the reserve team. All seven were doing fairly well and had suffered no significant injuries. Seeing Bei Bei practically unscathed, Xuan Zi felt a flicker of regret.
But as he looked at the seven main team members, turmoil surged through his heart.
He could not help recalling the tragedy from a while ago, when he had led a team of eleven into the Star Dou Forest for soul hunting, only for Han Ruoruo to return alive.
"My Brats, my Brats! I came too late! Who did this? Who?!"
Xuan Zi's eyes turned bloodshot. Panting like a bull, he roared at his surroundings.
"Jie, jie, jie, jie, jie! Me, of course!"
The Death Messenger's voice came from the depths of the cave, brimming with smug delight.
"Die!"
Xuan Zi condensed his soul power into a massive hand and reached into the depths of the cave, dragging out someone shrouded in black robes. Five spirit rings floated around the figure-three yellow and two