Upon seeing the corpse lightly bobbing on the surface of the lake, Tianhai Zhanyi instantly paled, his face becoming as white as paper or snow, a bit more similar to that famous elder brother of his.
This did not mean that he was afraid, but that he was furious.
"Again!" He harshly shouted at the indistinct figure in the mist.
Several cracks could be heard in the air. There was no attempt to act stealthily this time. Several Tianhai clan experts on the shore charged across ten-some zhang to enter the thick mist.
This time, there was finally a response, a quick one at that. It was several light pops, like leather bags filled with water being pierced by sharp arrows.
_Popopopop_. While still in the air, the Tianhai clan experts shattered, transforming into an uncountable number of fleshy bits raining down.
The lake was instantly dyed even redder, and the waves roiled about in unease.
