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“What? What?”
Ye Qing’s scalp turned numb, and every hair on his body stood on end. He immediately turned around and threw a mighty, cloud vaporizing punch.
At the same time, he commanded the Fog Demon to attack the mysterious speaker. A seemingly infinite amount of demonic qi burst out of the Boundless Mara Buddha and formed a massive Buddha palm.
Whoosh!
However, both his punch and the Buddha palm suddenly lost their shape and flew toward a certain direction; a person’s mouth to be exact. His fist force, the Boundless Mara Buddha’s demonic qi, and even the demonic qi in the surroundings were sucked into the mouth, causing a temporary vacuum.
It was only now Ye Qing saw the mysterious speaker clearly. He was a disheveled old man with white beard and hair and deep craters and crevices on his face. He looked old enough to have one foot in his coffin, though the immense amount of demonic qi leaking out of his body said otherwise.
Not only that, his eye sockets were completely empty as if someone—or perhaps himself—had dug out his eyeballs. His cheeks were stained in blood as well. He looked the picture of a crazy old man, and his presence was equally warped and eerie.
Finally, he was holding a blood-drenched rope that...
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