The cultivator who had just tried to flip through the pages suffered the worst, his self-sacrificial spirit to angrily shout at others to retreat, although it was to be respected.
But at this moment, his mouth was full of chunks and bloodied entrails, looking truly miserable, arousing sympathy in others.
Yin Baishuang, who just a moment ago had cold eyes full of discontent because of Baili An's physical contact, turned deathly pale, her body quaking violently, as she instinctively clung to Baili An's arm, looking like she was about to collapse, her soul still in shock.
The putrid stench that hit her nose had contorted her face to the utmost, her pure white neck moving continuously as if she was about to vomit, she yelled in utter anger, "What is this disgusting thing! It's so revolting!"
Baili An felt her fingers trembling with fright.
