"..." A chill ran down Lin Hui's spine. He suddenly felt that if he wasn't pleasing enough to the eye, he'd be torn to shreds on the spot. 'I wonder if my speed will be enough to escape...'
"Let's go. Let's keep going up and see," Tian Long urged.
Lin Hui was at a loss for words. He didn't want to believe what Tian Long was saying, but his rational mind told him it was all probably true.
After all, with no one to restrain them, the Original Blood could have developed any sort of temperament.
They were at the very apex of Tuyue, second only to the Fog People. No power could hold them in check.
After a brief pause, he continued upward.
As he neared the summit, a stream of Original Blood descended, each one a perfect illustration of what Tian Long had described.
Anyone who so much as blocked the path was killed. Anyone who didn't lower their head fast enough was killed. Anyone who moved too much, or looked even a little unsightly, was also killed.
