From a distance, the black shadow looked very much like a person.
Qin Niu didn't dare to approach rashly, he cautiously advanced with his blade in hand.
The black shadow was still moving, entwined with several branches. This time, he saw clearly. It was indeed a person.
Unfortunately, he was a step too late; the person had already been killed by the branches.
The flesh had been rapidly drained of blood, leaving nothing but white bones and skin, as well as the clothes on the body.
Qin Niu forcefully used flames to drive away those branches and the unfortunate victim's body collapsed powerlessly to the ground. It was no longer possible to distinguish the person's features; only dry, wrinkled skin wrapped around the skeletal frame remained.
The person's identity could vaguely be discerned from the clothes on his body.
He remembered he was a large and imposing middle-aged man with the cultivation power of an Immortal Master, and he had not expected such an unfortunate demise here.
