In the dead of night, amidst desolate mountains, Qin Ming's hair stood on end as he fished three snarling, grim-looking old men out of the Yin Pond.
The gap between this and his expectations was just too vast!
There were no alluring demons or the legendary dragon-shaped abnormalities to be found.
"Mad God?!"
With the appearances of these three, it was impossible not to let one's imagination run wild. They wore tattered clothes, their eyes were a lifeless grey, unfocused, and two of them had half-rotten faces.
Qin Ming had seen that Memory Crystal before. Could these be the three figures who vanished in the black whirlwind?
However, the footage was rather blurry, with only the staggering fourth "Mad God" clearly visible.
"Yin Pond miles away, connected to Ancient Kunleng?" Qin Ming speculated. The three old corpses before him might be those three gods!
"Could it really be that person?" He focused on one particular corpse, his heart beating anxiously.
