At this moment, inside the ruined temple, there were three mangled corpses and one dried corpse, bizarre and terrifying.
Fan Yuanhai's body had already withered to an ashen-brown color, the skin like decayed cotton, with blood threads squirming densely like worms...
Duan Rong felt a wave of nausea in his heart. Suppressing it, he turned and walked out of the ruined temple.
Ah Mo and Fan Yuanhai had both been here one after the other. It seemed that the remnants of the Filthy Blood Sect nearby had been wiped out, and he should go to regroup with them. Moreover, Duan Rong was still worried about the lives of Xiao Yu and Ximen Kankan.
This great melee was incredibly cruel and bloody, and even surviving had been a struggle for him. He truly could not be sure if Xiao Yu and Ximen Kankan were still alive...
On the main road, Zhu Qunxiang, Lu Qingfeng, and Wang Shanshan were besieging Dang Haihong and Xiao Nan.
