Ugh, how disgusting...
"Big brother, the knife! Knife!"
At this moment, Ping Xian's voice came from afar. Huyan Mo turned his head to see him climbing over the ruins, holding a broken knife branded with a Blood Hand, immediately recognizing the blade that nearly took his head.
"Huh? Could it actually be him?"
Turning his head again, Huyan Mo saw the mutilated body and blood pieces, astonishingly regenerating flesh and bone, almost visibly returning to its human form.
Before he could look further, from a mass of flesh resembling a human head, a blood mouth suddenly tore open, and with a gulp, rolled out an ice-blue beast eye, staring coldly, releasing an irresistible, overwhelming killing intent.
At this instant, Huyan Mo felt ice-cold throughout his body, his spine tingling, hairs standing on end, as if activated by some ancient ancestral fear, he scrambled backward in panic. If his legs hadn't been shaking so much, he would have fled on foot.
