After sucking in a substantial amount of blood, the Old Village Chief's body began to swell noticeably.
His face had been compressed to the point of complete deformation. A ghostly claw sprouted from his neck, extending towards Qiao Mu's body.
"You look utterly revolting," Qiao Mu coldly remarked as she glanced at him.
The Village Chief seethed with anger, his face turning crimson. He glared at her with his lifeless eyes. "Hand over the black-level cultivation technique you mentioned, and I might spare your life."
If it weren't for his intense desire for the black-level cultivation technique mentioned by this young woman, he might have attacked them while they were still above. Why else would he have led them down here?
