Chapter 410: The Central Battlefield Opens

"Bzz!" A sinister aura pulsed with a strange rhythm. As a single drop of Benson Santee's blood sank into the Black Formation, the Dharma Corpse Puppet opened its eyes. Those eyes were cold and hollow, without the slightest trace of emotion. Benson met its gaze. For a moment, it felt as if both of them stood at the eye of a whirlpool. The sun set behind the western mountains. Night fell. Outside the pavilion, Corinne Martir gathered a bundle of dry firewood and lit a small campfire. "Whoosh!" Tiffany...