This pain was a hundred times worse than death.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..."
Yan Mo struggled, howled desperately, screamed frantically, blood spurting all over his body.
He shrank from a supremely handsome, tall man into a creature even shorter than Tuli Yang.
Countless amounts of blood, muscles, and shattered bones burst forth.
Even Haidei'er, who was nearby, was frightened by this monster; it was too terrifying, too disgusting.
Just moments ago, Yan Mo had slaughtered more than three hundred people. The blood had soared to the heavens, corpses flew everywhere, and Haidei'er didn't feel disgusted but rather strangely excited.
But now, seeing Yan Mo transformed into such a monster, she felt truly scared, truly disgusted!
"Ah, ah, ah!"
Yan Mo, like a monster, unable to endure this endless pain, ran out like crazy, fleeing wildly,
In front of countless gazes, he rushed out of the palace, rushed out of the square, running towards the edge of a cliff, and went straight off the edge.
