「Ten days later.」
「The Tianmeng Mountain Range.」
In a nameless mountain hollow.
Yang Mo panted heavily, his body covered in dark, filthy blood. He trembled uncontrollably from a mixture of excitement and lingering fear.
Before him.
Lay a decapitated corpse.
Its head had rolled into the grass, its eyes wide open, its face a mask of fury and resentment.
The headless torso still clutched a blade in a death grip, its skin tinged a deathly, bluish-black.
This was the source of the filthy blood covering Yang Mo.
"GASP, GASP..."
He gulped down air, the muscles in his face twitching grotesquely.
This dead man was the second-in-command of a small bandit stronghold in the Tianmeng Mountain Range, a cultivator who had already reached the Bone Forging Stage.
