The large hand twisted Duan Tiande’s neck, then flung him into the pool of blood. Soon afterward, his flesh completely dissolved, revealing a set of bones that were much more slender than most others. That was how elves were; their bodies were more delicate than those of other races.

Qiao Heng’s face twitched a bit when he saw that. Even though the two of them had been mortal enemies, he still felt a bit unwell to have seen Duan Tiande die so miserably.

Meanwhile, the other fiend race experts felt more fear than anything else. If even someone like Duan Tiande had been killed, wouldn’t the rest of them meet similar fates?

Yan Xuehen and Yun Jianyue both looked at Zu An and cried, “It’s him!”

Zu An nodded. The terrifying aura he sensed was extremely familiar. Previously, he had detected a powerful being watching them when they were in the fog forest. Now, it had finally shown itself.

A dark figure slowly walked...