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The size of the tainted land was not as big as before with a circumference of a dozen meters. The undead toddler Ah Dan smacked his buttocks onto the ground seven to eight times before returning to Mumu’s side.

Wen Leyang’s expression was somber and he immediately started digging on the places Ah Dan had landed on. The first time Ah Dan had displayed this skill, they discovered seventeen of his clansmen’s bodies buried in Mount Emei. Not that it had done the same thing at the foot of the Nine Peaks Mountain, Wen Leyang had good reason to be concerned.

As his fingers came into contact with the ground, Wen Leyang’s heart sank. The hard mountain rock was loose and soft as if the land had recently been plowed for sowing. It was exactly like the situation that they’d encountered on the nameless mountain slope at Mount Emei.