More than a dozen demon beasts, resembling tigers, wolves, bears, and wild boars, were wandering in the abandoned village, pawing at the corpses on the ground and gnawing on the flesh of the bones.
Suddenly, they perked up their ears and looked to the northwest, where an arrow of snow seemed to shoot across the sky like a flying arrow. The snowy ground rolled like sea waves, as if a piece of ice, similar to a flying boat, was gliding across the snowfield.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that on that block of ice was a Blood Man with no skin at all, treading on blood and riding ice, tunneling and flying, rushing straight over in an instant, and sweeping to the front.
Before the demon beasts could use their limited brain capacity to comprehend the scene before them, the Blood Man had already flown over, waving his right hand and sweeping his thumb, instantly striking out a blood line over four zhang long!
