"What is that smell?"
"The smell of blood..."
Wang Shengyuan's face was heavy with gravity.
In the small village under the night sky, where did this strong smell of blood come from?
A few steps forward into the village, everyone present couldn't help but show a dramatic change in their expressions.
Corpses, gripping knives, swords, and other weapons in their palms, lay haphazardly in the village, but it was unclear who had dealt such a vicious hand.
"How could this happen?"
In astonishment, everyone hurriedly stepped forward to inspect.
They found that everyone's heart had been pierced by a sword.
But just this one sword wound had spilled so much blood.
The entire ground was almost dyed red with blood.
"Could it be the work of the Youyun Alliance?"
A disciple couldn't help but speak.
Wang Shengyuan's face changed dramatically:
"No, retreat quickly!!"
This was definitely not the work of the Youyun Alliance.
Or perhaps, they were indeed members of the Youyun Alliance.
