Qin Hao's eyes turned cold at the words, directly looking at that mysterious figure who hadn't made a move. As soon as he entered, he could vaguely sense the presence of Dancing Demon and Dog Disciple. Only this person, whose presence was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss and a sea, left Qin Hao clueless about his identity.
Now, with Dancing Demon shouting like this, Qin Hao focused all his attention once again on that mysterious man.
The wound at his lower back continued to ooze blood, making it necessary for him to constantly contract his muscles to forcibly restrain the flow. This action exacerbated the pain from the triangular spike's tear. Waves of piercing pain swept through him like a tide, and along with the blood loss, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, even blurring his vision.
