The thick, bloody stench of rotting corpses assailed his nostrils, close enough to touch!
It seemed that if he moved just a little closer, those splattering droplets of blood would strike his face hard!
Chen Heng's expression suddenly tightened. A chill swept through his entire body, and a feeling of unspeakable terror surged straight into his heart.
But before he could do anything else, the instant the Flayed Blood Corpse touched his arms, everything abruptly turned insubstantial.
Like a hazy illusion reflected on water.
Nothing but an ethereal bubble...
The Flayed Blood Corpse came swiftly.
And vanished just as swiftly.
In just a few blinks, those wretched, piercing wails slowly faded, as though an infinite distance had suddenly intervened, leaving them gradually all but inaudible.
Chen Heng's face darkened, and his nostrils twitched slightly.
By now, the Flayed Blood Corpse's screams had vanished entirely. If not for the few traces of extraordinarily foul, bloody stench lingering in the air, refusing to disperse, it would almost have seemed like a nightmare.
He remained silent for a moment, his gaze flickering.
Beside him, the Rogue Cultivator Lu Yu and the Blood Lotus Sect's Qi Refining practitioner still appeared entirely unaware, their eyes half-closed and their expressions solemn.
When they heard a particularly exquisite passage, they could not help swaying their heads, beating time and sighing in admiration.
Upon the thirty-three-foot ritual platform.
Cave Lord Huaiwu was likewise composed and unhurried, slowly waving his fly whisk as pearls and jade poured from his lips, his voice ringing like thunder that stirred the clouds on high.
He expounded the teachings and discoursed on the Dao, elucidating sacred wisdom.
Everyone within this immense palace looked utterly at ease, seemingly oblivious.
As though only he, he alone, had witnessed that scene!
As though.
It had deliberately