Ren Yunpeng murmured, suddenly turning his head to look at Dongfang Xinglan: "Where did so many corpses come from? How could the Capital have so many recently deceased bodies, and how could such a huge pit be dug without a sound!?"
Dongfang Xinglan looked up at the blood mist in the sky dome, then looked north, where black mist rose and faint roars echoed within it, with huge eyes faintly visible.
"You should ask the gods above." Dongfang Xinglan's tone was indifferent: "Where did Emperor Chengtian's children go? Where did the royal family of the Imperial City disappear to? How could the corpses of the millions under Li Xuanzhen's command be insufficient? And where did the perpetually high number of disappeared people each year vanish to?"
"Roar—"
At the moment the words fell, high above the sky, the three gods, surrounded by blood-black light mist, walked through the air.
