Hearing that eerie, horrifying commotion, Lian Youming slowly stopped moving, his gaze turning inscrutable.
He sensed an indescribably foul aura surging out from the depths of the dark passage.
Savage and frenzied, mad and demonic, it raised goosebumps and made his scalp prickle.
It was not hard to guess what caused such a commotion: experts were fighting to the death.
But everyone imprisoned in this dungeon was a Foresight Martial Artist. For one to be defeated so quickly, the opponent must have been extraordinary.
The old man next door sneered. "Looks like that little Japanese devil is hungry again. Ah, it probably won't be long before it's our turn. He replenishes his vital essence with martial artists' blood. Madman or not, his Qi-Blood is certainly more abundant. When he unleashes his strength, we're already at a disadvantage." Lian Youming's expression remained unchanged as he asked quietly, "Has this happened before?"
The old man answered, "Before, it was mostly others going after him. But over the past six months or so, he's probably felt his vital essence running dry, so he's started crawling out to kill people. Sometimes there was more than a month between attacks, then a month, and now half a month..."
The swallowing continued, like some beast feeding, with nothing human about it.
Standing behind the barred gate, Lian Youming looked into the lamplit passage outside and suddenly asked with interest, "Do you think I could beat him?" The old man next door fell silent for a while before answering bluntly, "You'd probably have a one-in-ten chance of surviving. However depleted that Japanese devil's Qi-Blood is, he lived through an age of turmoil..."
Lian Youming said lightly, "Isn't that perfect? Letting him live this long was a mistake in the first place. Now I can send him on