At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua's face lost its color, filled with horror. Silently killing thousands of troops overnight, what kind of method is this?
That was a camp of thousands of experts, even the Yin Spirit Daoist could not force their way in or get close to it.
Moreover, how could thousands of troops be assassinated without any struggle or resistance? They're not chickens and ducks, how could they not know to resist?
The atmosphere at the scene was serious, and Zhang Xiaohua no longer cared about Zhang Chen, hurriedly leaving with Liu Feng.
The two walked to the Ancestral Master's Hall in the backyard, Liu Feng seemed to remember something, and asked, "Could it be Zhang Chen who made a move?"
"How could he have that ability? If he had, I would have died long ago." Zhang Xiaohua retorted without even thinking.
"What injuries did the deceased have? Any features?" Zhang Xiaohua asked.
