"How many heads were chopped off?" The Head of the Undead Race exclaimed in surprise.
"No, not instantly. They were slowly piled up and left in this manner. If I am not mistaken, this is the altar," Gu Chaoyan said calmly. Suddenly, she had a realization. If that was indeed the altar, she urgently declared, "Let's leave immediately!"
The very moment Gu Chaoyan yelled, the heads collapsed and began to plummet towards them.
The Head of the Undead Race and Di Hongyun were startled; they were in imminent danger of being crushed to death!
As they began to sprint, a massive shadow swiftly closed in on them. Gu Chaoyan turned around and witnessed the blood-drenched figure approaching.
"Oh my goodness! That creature is so grotesque, even uglier than me!" The Head of the Undead Race exclaimed in surprise. He couldn't help but indulge in a touch of narcissism.
Gu Chaoyan rolled her eyes at him.
He was still focused on comparing appearances.
