Luohou Clan main camp.
Tents stretched endlessly, unfolding like gray hills on the desolate wilderness.
Between the tents, fierce and ugly Asuras and alluring Rakshasa women came and went. Dark red flags fluttered in the wind, with the clan's menacing emblem glinting in the sunlight like blood.
The entire campsite was suffused with a murderous aura, like a slumbering fierce beast ready to open its bloody maw at any moment.
Inside the central tent.
The flickering firelight cast long and short shadows of several figures inside the tent.
"Elder Rorschach, Elder Saral, Ossar, Amen, and Feili's Soul Fire... extinguished."
Quinn Luohou's voice was hoarse and deep, like sandpaper slowly rubbing against a rough board. His complexion was grim, not just with anger, but also bearing an indescribable heaviness.
A Tier Eight Elder and three Tier Seven powerhouses fell simultaneously; such a loss would be a heavy blow at any time.
