A shrill scream pierced the night. Fengzi stumbled back, snapping the dead branch of a withered tree three steps away.
The half-hidden moonlight revealed his twisted face. The hand that had once pierced bluestone with the Phoenix Beak Fist was now curled at a grotesque angle, a splinter of white bone jutting out from his ring finger.
Dark red Blood Beads trickled down his twisted fingertips, dripping onto the snow and blooming like blood-red plum blossoms.
Xu Yunfan glanced down at the few bloodstains on his lapel and frowned slightly. This was the first set of clothes he'd bought for himself. He remembered how the Relic Shell of that suspected True Immortal had almost been pilfered along with the furs.
The screams finally drew Uncle Jin's party.
The sound of hurried footsteps swept over from the snow-covered hill ahead, and seven dark figures swooped onto it like night owls.
