The massacre was proceeding frantically, corpses occasionally fell into pools of blood, adding to the air filled with oppression and the scent of blood, a trace of bloodthirstiness.
Screams continued to echo, but no one paid attention to those painful cries, each was like a beast blinded by rage, with only slaughter remaining in their hearts.
"Great Elder." At this moment, Shen Manjun, who had been observing coldly, suddenly spoke.
"Miss."
A voice full of calmness appeared out of thin air.
Accompanied by the voice, beside Shen Manjun, the figure of an old man suddenly appeared, it was the Great Elder of the Shen Family who had helped Lu Tianxing in Jiangnan last time.
