The morose Zhang Mo stood by the Blood Pool, gazing at the churning blood paste within, contemplating which faction to trouble next.
But right at that moment, the atmosphere in the spacious cave room suddenly fell silent.
The Blood Puppets, which were transporting corpses, suddenly froze as if turned to stone, not moving an inch, and even the blood paste in the Blood Pool seemed to solidify.
Zhang Mo felt a chill down his spine, holding his breath, his eyes filled with horror.
Though he did not know what had happened, or even understand why the blood paste before him had stagnated, he knew a powerful presence had arrived.
Golden Core Cultivator!
He slowly turned his neck, his stiff body also turning around.
Just three feet behind him stood an emaciated old man.
The old man's eyes were incredibly deep but carried a fierce air, akin to a rampant beast eager to devour Zhang Mo whole.
"It's you!" Zhang Mo, upon seeing the old man's face, was stricken with fear.
