"The Hundred Beasts Blood Body, what godforsaken evil."
Han Cai furrowed his brows, unable to stop himself from scrutinizing Bai Chao Daozi, only to discover that the aura emanating from the latter was disturbingly unstable.
Although Bai Chao Daozi's own body showed no traces of the Death Disease's corrosion, the bloody, meaty moose attached to the back of his head clearly reeked of decay.
"Wu Temple Priest, what mysteries lie within Bai Chao Daozi's mastery of magic?"
Han Cai couldn't help but inquire, yet the Wu Temple Priest showed no intention of replying, his gaze blazing as he fixated relentlessly on Bai Chao Daozi.
An Gang let out a sigh, shutting his eyes as if lost in thought.
Li Mo studied the reactions of the trio, cultivating a growing apprehension toward Bai Chao Daozi. Whenever his gaze fell upon the fleshy moose, an uncontrollable shiver like facing a human-devouring fiend rippled through him.
"Greetings… Greetings, respected seniors."
