In the distance, shouts and miserable screams could be heard.
Ye Qinghua's expression changed. 'Could it be Senior Sister Xuelian?'
The three exchanged a look, and their figures shot away like lightning.
Three breaths later, they came upon a tragic scene on a small, elevated hill. The thick, nauseating stench of blood wafted toward them.
Dozens of bodies lay scattered across the ground.
Blood had pooled on the hill, forming a stream that trickled down.
The crimson blood radiated a thick, coppery stench.
The terrifying sight made their skin crawl.
Qin Feng remained expressionless. Ye Qinghua fared slightly better, though her face had grown pale.
Jiang Bing'Er was already throwing up.
As Qin Feng walked over, he saw that the dozens of bodies on the hill belonged to experts from both All Stars Academy and the Demon God Temple's Twelve Strong Clans.
The surrounding sea of flowers had been dyed crimson with blood.
Among the dozens of bodies, Qin Feng saw a familiar face.
