In the eerie space engulfed by gray mist, Ye Xiao suppressed his entire aura and cautiously moved forward.
The screams had already ceased, but the fluctuations of spiritual power continued, becoming increasingly intense.
Passing through a thick fog, Ye Xiao finally saw the scene of carnage.
It was an open area several tens of yards in diameter, with the ground's gray mist stained red from blood. In the center, lay over a dozen corpses, all sharing a common trait—their faces bore expressions of extreme fear, eyes wide open, as if they had seen something terrifying before death.
The most bizarre aspect was that their chests had gaping holes, and their hearts had vanished.
"Such ruthless methods..." Ye Xiao squatted and examined the wounds on the corpses.
The edges of the wounds were neat, clearly inflicted by some sharp blade resulting in instant death. Given the shape of the wound, the weapon should be a curved blade.
"Heh, someone not afraid of death has arrived."
