"Pah!"
"This bastard couldn't even die without making a disgusting mess!"
In a mountain forest thick with brambles, someone burst into a torrent of curses.
A plump figure covered in purplish-red blood was frantically slapping the foul-smelling Purple Blood off his body.
"Hey, what good is slapping at it like that?" Another figure walked over and pointed at him. Red light enveloped him, then scattered, leaving him clean again.
"Uh, I know that spell myself! I don't need your help!" the plump figure said without a trace of gratitude.
These two were none other than Li Xiaoya and Dong Santong, who had been sucked into the pitch-black vortex. The wrenching force of space had put them through utter misery, and the Purple Blood spraying everywhere from the severed Devastation Devil Lord had thoroughly disgusted them. Then light had flashed before their eyes, and they had appeared here. Around them stood an utterly ordinary little woodland on rolling hills, with spiritual qi so thin it was pitiful. It rather resembled the hills outside Treasure Immortal Town where Li Xiaoya had once lived.
"Hey, Fatty, where's the other half of this bastard?" Li Xiaoya asked suspiciously, kicking the enormous, pitch-black lower half of the corpse on the ground.
Rustle! Before Dong Santong could answer, a noise suddenly came from overhead.
"Huh?" Dong Santong instinctively looked up, only to see a great mass of purple flesh and what looked like entrails hurtling toward his face.
"Whoa!" Dong Santong jumped in fright. White light flashed around him, and he vanished from the spot.
Splat! A huge, disgusting heap of mangled, bloody entrails landed on the ground. It was as revolting as anything could possibly be.
Whoosh! White light flashed, and Dong Santong appeared beside Li Xiaoya, immediately unleashing a torrent of curses. "I'll screw