With one hand gripping the bone of the Five Evil Gods and the other holding the saw-toothed knife, Hu Ma sidestepped a few paces, searching for a suitable position, firmly planting his feet.
The arrangements made around the valley earlier had not yet been dismantled. As long as he found the right spot, should anything change in the valley, he could assume his Death Transformation, act as a suppression object, and immediately establish another altar.
Once prepared, he finally looked towards the dark mine entrance, holding his breath.
The others were in a similar state. Those Meat Cutting Craftsmen had long retreated some fifty yards away, huddling together, staring with terrified eyes at the black, gaping mine.
Zhou Datong stayed by Hu Ma's side, gripping a Tai Sui Blade in each hand—the kind miners usually used for cutting flesh.
