"What the hell?"
A frown creased his brow, and Qi Xiu instinctively unleashed a ferocious Crimson Sand Palm.
The intense palm force stirred the air, instantly shattering the withered and blackened claw to pieces.
"This..."
Standing up, Qi Xiu's pupils shrank. Before him, within a hundred meters, the ground was covered with withered and blackened limbs and body parts. A thick, foul-smelling mucus gathered into a small stream on the ground.
At the center of this mountain of corpses, Nie Xun, clothed in tattered garments and covered in blood, stood holding his spear with his back to Qi Xiu.
His imposing silhouette was like a majestic mountain, blocking all incoming dangers.
This guy...
Noticing the ground beneath Nie Xun's feet almost soaked red with blood, Qi Xiu was slightly moved.
Such a tremendous blood loss. It was hard to imagine how serious the injuries were.
Stepping through the blood and mud, Qi Xiu drew Medicine Talismans while swiftly moving to Nie Xun's side.
