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It was a head with eyes wide open in death, twisted in agony.
"Uncle-Master!" Ji Lian covered her mouth, while Zhao Ye gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so tightly they crackled.
Dai Wanghuan, holding back his inner grief, stepped forward and shielded his junior brother and sister behind him.
He took a step forward and looked up at the figure on the hillside.
The man was dressed in a gray robe, with a towering stature and robust muscles; his hands and face were smeared with a bit of crimson blood.
What was most peculiar were the man's eyes.
His pupils were constricted to pinpoints, but his sclera were excessively white.
Being watched by those eyes felt like having a sharp weapon pressed against one's skin, a strong sense of threat penetrating the marrow, making it difficult to summon even the slightest desire to resist.
He was Xie Linyuan, an elder of the Demon Illusion Sect.
