Notably, there was more than one visitor.
One after another, three voices sounded, none particularly polite, making no effort to mask the greed and disdain within.
Tao Qian's gaze pierced through the Forbidden Technique, and he saw the first person to arrive was shockingly a bald old figure.
This person was clearly a water Devil, with wrinkled skin and a body covered in slime, clad in a set of black armor gleaming with a cold light, each hand wielding a large hammer.
Particularly disgusting was the fact that his scalp was riddled with dozens of holes, from which bright red snakes wriggled out like water weeds, swaying in the air, releasing an overpowering sweet, fishy scent that could make one retch.
At a glance, the Devil's origins were clear.
Turtle Demon of the Wujiang River, Deng Xuechao.
This Devil's muddy red eyes stared at Immortal Crane Mountain and shouted,
