Zhang Deming listened to Tong Hou recount the events, his brow deeply furrowed. "A Martial Artist of the Duality stage?"
The three of them nodded in unison. Tong Hou pointed at a pile of mangled flesh not far ahead and replied, "That's right. The one who lost his mind was killed by us. The other one, the normal-looking youth, ran off when he saw you two senior brothers arrive. We didn't know what was going on, so we didn't dare to pursue him rashly."
Zhang Deming took a step forward, looked at the pile of mangled flesh, and was momentarily stunned.
'Is this... a Spirit Species?'
Staring at the pile of mangled flesh, Zhang Deming was astonished. He could actually feel the fluctuations of his Spirit Species from within the gore.
Moreover, from the looks of it, the Spirit Species had been planted for at least half a year, and it had already penetrated the deepest parts of this body.
