Deep within the ruins of the Underworld Mountain, inside a concealed cave, dim green flames cast distorted shadows against the rock walls. The cave was thick with a heavy medicinal stench and the reek of blood. Chang Baicao sat slumped on a stone platform, the bandages wrapped around his severed arm soaked entirely through with fresh blood, while dense beads of sweat covered his pale, ashen face.
"Crack—!"
The protective barrier at the cave entrance was shattered, and four figures filed in. Yan Jin, leading the group, had barely stepped inside before he froze at the sight before him—half of Chang Baicao's face had turned purplish-black, his right arm was severed completely at the shoulder, and foul-smelling black blood continuously oozed from the wound.
Chapter 568