Chen Mengze and the others all had various injuries. But compared to Shen Mo, they were naturally several times better off!
Shen Mo's gaze swept around. He noticed that the corpses at the entrance of Death Jaw were still in their original state. Judging by the color of their blood, at most two hours had passed. The Class III late-stage Ghost General was now nowhere to be seen. The buxom woman whose head it had taken was still cradling the body of Master Hong Jue.
I spent more than two months in the Death Jaw Dungeon! Yet, in the outside world, only two hours have passed? Still, Death Jaw's power is unfathomable; it cast me into the long river of history. Such a distortion of time isn't entirely surprising.
