When he returned to the site of the previous battle, the old man had not yet perished, though his appearance was terrifyingly gruesome. His face had grown even more withered and aged than at first, and he had actually snapped off one of his own arms, wielding it blindly in his hand as a weapon.
Even when Mo Yang flew past him, the old man did not notice in the slightest.
"To have performed a blood sacrifice on so many people, this is only what you deserve!" Mo Yang could not help but sigh inwardly in his heart.
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