Everyone present turned pale.
Whose corpse is this?
Water Yama identified the attire on the corpse and coldly said:
"It's the temple guardian's, there are teeth marks on the body, severely mutilated, flesh mottled, as if... something gnawed on it..."
Before his words finished, a sound came from the beams above.
"There's something up there!"
Water Yama's pupils shrank.
But before Water Yama could sense anything, Mo Hua had already pulled Ouyang Feng with one hand and Hua Qianqian with the other, retreating far to the side.
From the beam above, a murderous intent suddenly appeared.
A massive, deformed, bright red blood shadow descended with a speed almost indiscernible to the naked eye.
In an instant, a bloody wind assaulted their faces.
"So fast!"
Water Yama's heart trembled, and he immediately drew his long whip to meet the blood shadow.
But after only one exchange, Water Yama was shaken back.
