When Ye Zefeng's group charged up to the summit, a dense horde of Bloodwater Monsters and Skeleton Monsters had clearly been chasing them.
The monsters' roars had been right at their backs, so why had all their pursuers vanished the moment they reached the top?
Not a single one had followed them up?
It was as though an invisible boundary lay across that mountain path, and all the monsters had stopped behind it before silently retreating into the darkness.
They had vanished without a trace.
It made no sense at all.
This was their home ground, their lair. How could they leave the intruders alone?
Unless...
They were making room for something.
Or they were waiting for something.
Yang Yong's pupils abruptly contracted. A sense of danger ten times stronger than what he had felt facing the enormous Eerie crawled up his spine.
He whipped his head around to look at the enormous Eerie, who was tottering under everyone's attacks...
By now, there was not a single patch of intact flesh left on her body. She was barely breathing and looked ready to fall apart at any moment.
But had the corner of her mouth...
Just lifted?
Yang Yong's heart clenched. Instinctively, he roared at everyone, "Stop! Everyone, stop! Something's wrong! Something's wrong here!"
But it was already too late.
The enormous Eerie's ruined body suddenly began to swell, and dense, dark red markings emerged across her skin.
The markings seemed to come alive, writhing over her body, growing brighter and brighter until their light was blinding.
Then, before everyone's horrified eyes, she exploded.
There was no earth-shattering bang, no flying flesh and blood.
Her body burst into a sky full of crimson powder. Instead of falling, the powder hung in midair and coalesced into a... face that blotted out