Everyone stared at the water with bated breath, not daring to breathe. Under the moonlight, the thousands of hideous corpses looked like an army ready to go, waiting for the order to drag them into the cold abyss.
Yinchuan shouted loudly: "Zhaoyan! Come out!"
Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in the center of Meijiang Lake. Countless ice floes began to swirl around the whirlpool. The whirlpool sank, and finally a big hole appeared.
Lieyu opened his eyes wide, staring at the center of the vortex without blinking, and clenched his fists due to nervousness.
A person floated up from the center of the vortex. He was wearing a blood-red robe and golden hair. His long hair moved without wind, dancing with the cold wind. Surrounded by the black corpses, he looked as terrifying as the god of death. He raised his face. He had a handsome face that was not inferior to any exotic beast, but his red eyes were deep and gloomy, his gaze was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, and his body exuded the breath of death and terror.
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