An almost unrestrainable murderous malice arose in Ding Hao's heart again. He had an impulse to rush out and hack that figure into pieces.

At the same time, the figure several hundred kilometers away seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the Towering Buddha Pagoda.

There were no eyeballs or pupils in that pair of eyes. They were as bizarre as a Devil's, their sockets empty and dark like a pair of slightly eddying black ...