The odd man widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. He looked down at the blood gushing from his chest as if only now realizing he had suffered a fatal injury. He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but could only manage a weak cry before collapsing heavily to the ground.

Luo Chen felt as if he had suddenly plunged into an ice cave, the biting cold causing his whole body to tremble violently, as if every cell was shivering. He felt his internal organs creaking and twisting in the chill, as if about to be torn apart by this icy force.

Bang!

With a dull thud, Luo Chen let out a scream, his body rigid as ice as he crashed heavily to the ground. The hardness and coldness of the ground penetrated his clothes, fiercely striking his body, causing a piercing pain.

The odd man's movements were as fast as lightning, like a hungry tiger pouncing on Luo Chen. His sharp claws flashed across Luo Chen's body with the sound of tearing, leaving blood flowers in their wake. Luo Chen's skin tore easily under those sharp claws, spurting blood.

The sound of blood splattering filled the air, and Luo Chen let out several cries of pain, his voice full of agony and despair. However, as the blood continued to flow, his voice gradually weakened, becoming feeble and powerless.

"Ah~!" The odd man let out a fierce howl skyward, his mouth oozing nauseating slime, seemingly reveling in the pleasure brought by the slaughter. His blood-covered hands grabbed the death scroll from Luo Chen's embrace and unfurled it before his eyes!

However, upon seeing the scroll's contents, a disappointed green light flashed in his eye sockets, "Not it!" he angrily shouted. His long tongue greedily and angrily licked the blood from his palm, shaking his head, "This is a fake map fragment..." His voice was filled with disappointment and anger.

Suddenly, he threw the death scroll to the ground as if it was a worthless rag. He turned around with a cold gaze but could no longer see Zhao Dongfang's figure. Instantly, a surge of murderous intent swelled in his heart, his gaze refocusing on the dying Luo Chen in front of him.

"I'll kill you!" The odd man fiercely raised his claws and thrust them towards Luo Chen's belly! His movements were as swift as lightning, making it impossible to evade.

Yet, at this critical moment, Luo Chen, who seemed on the verge of death, suddenly sprang up, evading the odd man's fatal strike with astonishing speed. Simultaneously, his Divine Fire Sword spun in a bizarre angle slicing through the odd man's waist!

With a spluttering sound, the odd man's abdomen was split open by the Divine Fire Sword, a jet of blood mixed with bluish-black slime burst forth, quickly dyeing the ground in a grave hue. The color and viscosity of the blood were exceptionally bizarre, as if telling of the odd man's bodily mutations.

Luo Chen gripped the Divine Fire Sword tightly, his feet spinning on the ground, driving the sword into a series of swirling slices. Each flash of the sword cut the organs and intestines inside the odd man's abdomen to pieces. The odd man let out a continuous series of anguished screams, the sound terrifyingly shrill and blood-chilling. His claws latched onto the sword, trying to stop this lethal attack, yet he couldn't escape the fate of death.

As the odd man's screams gradually weakened, his body began to twitch violently.

Luo Chen's eye corner twitched, his pallor exceptionally pale, as if all blood had been drained from his face. The odd man's fierce attacks, that frenzied scratching, although not damaging his internal organs, caused his blood to gush out like a flood. Now he was as weak as a dried leaf.

He clung to the sword hilt tightly, as if it was his only support. Struggling to remain standing, his vision began to blur, blood still continuously flowing from his wounds, staining the ground, and painting his hands red. His lone figure stood in the night, gradually blending into the heavy darkness, as if he himself were part of the night.

And not far away at the devouring corner, Carefree Meng Lan watched this scene with a solemn expression. Beside her, Ling Yue, robust and powerful, furrowed his thick brow, full of worry.

"Tank," Carefree Meng Lan's voice carried a slight tremor, "He seems unable to hold on; let's go out there!"

Ling Yue, the man Carefree Meng Lan called Tank, remained silent for a moment, then shook his head, "Miss, have you forgotten? He has two companions." His voice was rough and deep, brimming with concern.

Carefree Meng Lan bit her lower lip tightly, a flash of determination in her eyes, "But he's losing too much blood; if he isn't rescued in time, he might..." She didn't continue, but the meaning was clear.

However, as she worried, a ghostly dark red shadow slowly appeared beside Luo Chen. His arrival was silent, as if he had emerged from the night like a ghost. His upright stature stood tall in the darkness, and his ghost-like, wicked speed was alarmingly swift.

At the corner, Tank witnessed this scene; his mind and spirit trembled. He, a master at the Soul Sovereign level, felt an unprecedented sense of oppression at that moment. Carefree Meng Lan wanted to exclaim but was stopped by Tank's persistent headshakes and looks.

She widened her beautiful eyes, disbelievingly watching the shadow gently lift Luo Chen. Then, like a blood mist, they disappeared from where they stood, faster than anyone could track their movements.

It wasn't until they completely vanished that Carefree Meng Lan exhaled heavily, her pretty face pale, clearly deeply shocked by what had just happened. "Tank," she trembled as she asked, "Did you see that person's appearance?"

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