Bai Feng had imagined countless times in his heart the scene of returning home, but in his imagination, it was never like this.
When he left, his tribesmen were all healthy and well, but upon his return, only cold, lifeless bodies awaited them.
The decline of the Spirit Clan began millions of years ago. Bai Feng knew that one day, the Spirit Clan would cease to exist, but he never thought it would vanish in such a manner.
"Who was it? Who on earth was it? I must tear them to pieces!"
Bai Feng clenched his fists fiercely, let out a roar, and punched a millennium-old tree in front of him, shattering it.
Jiang Xiaobai was relatively calm. He walked around the Spirit Clan territory, counting the number of bodies on the ground. Having lived in the Spirit Clan's tribe for a while, there were only a little over twenty people left, and he knew each one of them.
"Bai Feng, calm down."
