"Eh? It seems there's no movement over there?" Suddenly, a skilled martial artist from the Snow Rainbow Pavilion beside Yue Hanquan spoke unexpectedly.
"No movement? Could it be that the Red Turban Army changed direction?" A Wushan official speculated.
"Maybe there's something more attractive to them." Suda Heqi gently relaxed a bit.
If that's the case, then they are really lucky. Spirit Flying Heaven truly blessed them!
In the direction they were looking.
Just ten miles away from the Wushan Prefecture city on the official road.
Bodies lay haphazardly on the ground, each person's flesh shriveled and withered, as if dried by the wind for many years, their sizes reduced dramatically.
A tall man with black hair cascading over his shoulders and dark red eyes gently extended his hand, bringing the last drop of blood on his fingertip to his lips, licking it.
"Young flesh... pleasant feelings... all of this feels like a dream..."
