PFFT!
As the milky spiritual light completely devoured the bat, a body, already beginning to stiffen, reappeared and fell from the sky, spraying a red mist of blood that drifted slowly down.
Witnessing this, Chen Fei opened his mouth slightly to expel a turbid breath. His gaze shifted, settling on a hazy mountain peak far beyond the Great Rift Valley. His true target was there… and quite a few people were likely waiting for him.
The moment Chen Fei's figure flashed and he swiftly departed the Great Rift Valley, an old man leaning on a cane slowly emerged from behind a giant boulder covered in thick, dark green moss. His eyes were filled with profound shock.
Clearly, this old man was none other than Yama, Chen Fei's Uncle Master Yan, who had arrived here long ago.
