The heavy black clouds in the sky suddenly split open, and Mysterious Altar True Person descended first upon a purple cloud.
Even brimming with murderous intent, he still wore the look of a smiling tiger.
The Wutong Demon followed close behind, his figure flickering before he landed steadily beside Mysterious Altar True Person.
He had handsome, refined features and a commanding air, dressed in light furs with a loosely fastened sash, his bearing carefree, like a wealthy prince.
At that moment, he even held a beautiful female corpse in his arms.
The female corpse had lovely features but not a trace of life. Her eyes were tightly shut, and a hideous wound marked her neck.
As though no one else were there, the Wutong Demon gnawed at the female corpse's neck. Blood dripped down his chin onto the reef, where it hissed and sent up wisps of blue smoke, giving off a nauseating stench of decay.
"Where is Qing Chen?" The Wutong Demon's voice was hoarse, like the cry of a night owl.
His gaze swept across the battlements. Suddenly, he gave a soft "Hm?" and a glimmer of greed flashed in his eyes.
Wutong stared straight at Lin Changsheng. After looking him up and down, he laughed sinisterly. "Interesting."
"Heh heh heh, old Xuantan, the blood food on these battlements looks rather extraordinary."
Wutong Old Devil pointed toward the battlements. "Leave the brat in corpse armor and the one holding a spear to me for refinement."
His words were utterly unrestrained, as though everyone on the battlements were already in his bag.
As Lin Changsheng stood on the battlements, he felt two icy gazes scrape his bones like blades, piercing him from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet.
Although he had cultivated a gold-armored