Swish, swish, swish.
The cold wind blew, spreading a thick scent of blood.
On the ground, amidst the remains of limbs and flesh, there were traces of black mist. The places touched by the claws of the undead creature turned charred black.
Two middle-aged men emerged from the forest, stepping onto the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.
They looked at the gruesome scene before them, expressionless.
"These guys are from the Nine Nether Sect, which just appeared in Lion Valley not long ago. Could it be them who killed Fourth Uncle?"
The man on the left glanced at the undead being led away and frowned as he spoke.
"Highly unlikely. My father's strength reached the Qi Blood Realm, combined with Zhao Hai's Poison Tao abilities. It would take someone above the second change of Qi Blood level to be their match,"
"Moreover, we have not had any conflicts with the Nine Nether Sect. They shouldn't have targeted my father." Zhao Weichuan said.
