At the riverbed lay the bodies of 30 or 40 wandering warriors. Deep red blood flowed along the rock texture and crevices. The air was filled with a pungent and b****y odor with unspeakable weirdness and gloom.
"It was done by the domineering bastards of Falling Star Sect again." Wang Juefeng, the cynical man, glanced at the bodies and got to know the cause of their death from their wounds.
Nobody knew why Ding Hao was full of rejection and disdain for the name of Falling Star Sect.
Li Muyun mumbled something and burned the bodies with purple flames.
Running his magic skill for alert, Ding Hao quietly approached Li Lan and whispered, "This place is a bit strange. Be careful."
Li Lan nodded slightly.
"Chi..." Walking ahead, Lyu Kuang, the Crazy Kuang of Southern Academy of purple
