The crowd rushed forward, quickly reaching a crossroads, where nearly a hundred people lay on the ground—about twenty of them were cultivators who had previously fled, and the rest were seventy to eighty pursuers.
All of these individuals were lying in a pool of blood.
"Why are they all dead?"
"It seems as if they all died instantly!"
"Was this done by someone, or is there something unclean here?"
Many people shuddered.
If a fight had broken out and caused so many deaths, perhaps people wouldn't be so terrified.
But now.
No fight had occurred.
After a single scream.
Everyone perished into the Netherworld, which was so bizarre that anyone witnessing such an event would feel chills down their spine.
Some people wanted to go forward to inspect the bodies of the cultivators, but the old Taoist sternly exclaimed, "Hold on, don't move those bodies just yet!"
