"Fifth senior brother, keep an eye on him."
After saying this, Ning Qi gently waved his hand, and in an instant, waves of the Power of Heaven and Earth fluttered about. The newly erected grave turned to dust, suspended in mid-air, and then, Qin Yun's corpse appeared before everyone.
Just seeing the wretched state of the body made the three of them shudder.
At this moment, Qin Yun's body no longer had a single piece of intact flesh. There were rips and tatters everywhere, with stark white bones protruding, appearing both hideous and desolate. But what made one most sorrowful was that once handsome face, now wrinkled into the visage of a decrepit old man, withered white hair, unbearably heart-wrenching.
"Ah!!!" Jiang Baishan roared at the sky, his heart filled with unspeakable grief.
Tears streamed down his face, filled with immense guilt. He couldn't help but stomp on Ghost Mask's chest, causing the sealed Ghost Mask to cry out in agony and cough up blood, with his ribs snapping.
