Sensing the fluctuations of his own destiny, Lu Xuanji's expression was changing.
He continued to walk forward aimlessly.
As he walked, he arrived at a small town. Upon nearing it, however, he frowned slightly.
He smelled the scent of blood.
His footsteps flickered as he entered the small town, only to find it devoid of any life, filled with nothing but corpses, bloody and brutal.
In the small town, the corpses were randomly scattered, appearing chaotic and bloody.
This small town had about five thousand humans, all of whom had died at the hands of demon cultivators.
"Who on earth is responsible?"
Lu Xuanji said angrily, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
He formed a Seal Technique with his hands, sensing the elusive energies, and walked towards the north.
Swish swish!
At lightning speed, he arrived at another small town three hundred miles away, only to find it also filled with corpses, not a single survivor.
