A moment later, in the small town filled with corpses, the skinny old man lay trembling on the ground, looking at the figure in the black mist.
He no longer had the previous arrogance and madness; in the face of such a formidable and terrifying presence, he was no different from the mortals in the town.
The figure in the black mist did not kill him but instead spoke after carefully searching around.
"Do you have a special method of scent tracking?"
"Yes… yes, I do, please spare me, my lord. I was truly blind earlier, that's my fault, please, my lord..."
Before he could say much, the person suddenly reached out, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up.
"Find me those three people from before, and I won't kill you."
The voice was cold, like a ghost from hell.
At this moment, how could the leader of the Blood Spirit Sect dare to refuse? He had no damn choice!
