Qin Ming's arms were torn, especially the hand holding the blade; completely fractured, he was powerless against the Third Realm monster.
"You..." In front, the elder who dragged them into this mess cried out in agony, nearly rotting, halted by the "Preacher".
From within the black fog, a terrifying scream echoed, as the elder's body rapidly decayed, flesh and blood disintegrating until even the bones crumbled into dust in the wind.
In his dying moments, his wretched cries reverberated throughout the area, with his Divine Wisdom burnt like lamp oil, spirit absorbed and refined by the Preacher, suffering unimaginable pain.
Initially, Qin Ming and Xiao Wu felt some relief, but soon their hair stood on end—the Preacher was indeed more terrifying.
Beside them, the monster with dry yellow hair sensed the energy ahead and seemed terribly afraid, eventually striking the two youths separately before turning and fleeing.
