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Five days later.
Somewhere underground by the Yin River.
Accompanied by a booming sound, a dismal green blade light burst through the collapsed rocky entrance.
Chen Mu, shielding himself with the Yang Judge Bone Shield, with a glowing algae lamp the size of a fist floating beside him, carefully stepped into this subterranean space.
As soon as he entered, he found a shriveled corpse at the entrance.
The chest of the other party was split open, and the face, skin-and-bones, was full of terror, as if it were a mummy buried in the desert for hundreds of years.
At this moment, it floated on the surface of the Yin River, blocked by a rock, drifting with the current, slowly rotating in place.
"What a futile move," Chen Mu shook his head.
Sun Wuhuan, with his great talent and good family background, and not lacking in secret techniques or resources, should have become a high and mighty figure, yet he still met his end underground.
