Jin Jiuchi gritted his teeth and braced himself for yet another round of wounds on his body.
However, the pain he was anticipating never came. Instead, what welcomed him was Xinxin's heartrending scream that almost pierced through his eardrums, along with the sickening sound of flesh being torn apart. The pungent stench of blood intensified in the air – but not his blood.
Jin Jiuchi swiveled around in shock, only to see Dong guarding his back while holding onto the fourth nightmare creature. Blood dribbled out of the man's stomach from where Tang Ye's hand had sunk into. And in front of Jin Jiuchi's eyes, his appearance slowly changed from Zhi's muscular and sturdy stature into an overly thin middle aged man with skin as dry as tree bark, looking as if all the blood in his body had been sucked dry.
This was the true appearance of Dong, and also the same figure whom Jin Jiuchi had seen from the fourth floor window on the very first night.
