Xie Sang stared at the piles of mangled flesh at his feet, fresh blood spattered across his face. He stood frozen in place.
When he finally came to his senses, he backed away in relief, only to lose his footing and fall into the muddy water. Remembering the voice that had suddenly rung out when he was so close to death, he instinctively looked toward the village entrance.
At the entrance stood a young man in a black robe, his right hand held out level before him, his posture utterly relaxed. His gesture made it clear that he was the one who had just saved Xie Sang.
Behind the young man, several others arrived at the village entrance one after another.
"Old man, stand farther back."
Mo Xie glanced at the terrified Xie Sang and gave him a calm reminder.
Xie Sang hurriedly retreated another dozen meters. If he had seen correctly, the power used just now belonged to the Space Element, which was usually the hallmark of an Advanced Mage.
That meant this young man was at least an Advanced Mage, countless times stronger than he was!
Once Xie Sang had moved away, Mo Xie turned his gaze toward the twenty-odd undead charging over and slowly clenched his open hand into a fist.
His immense mental strength formed an invisible giant hand around the undead, slowly compressing the space around them until, amid their anguished howls, it crushed them to pieces!
In an instant, blood and flesh sprayed everywhere, leaving Xie Sang, Hong Jun, and Su Xiaoluo stunned with terror.
"Monkey!"
Just then, Mo Fan spotted Zhang Xiaohou hiding behind Su Xiaoluo. Excitement immediately lit up his face, and he rushed over to embrace him.
"Monkey, it's me, your Brother Fan! Don't you recognize me?"
Seeing Zhang Xiaohou's blank,