Even if they were too far apart for Meng Chao to sniff out the scent of the Tracking Powder, it did not matter much.
That was because the ingredients used to prepare the Tracking Powder were all completely natural, and they would naturally degrade after some time.
Unless someone already knew the formula, no one could possibly discover that the corpses of these Temple Thieves had been tampered with.
"Let's go."
Meng Chao said to Ice Storm, "It's time to leave Black Horn City."
"Wait."
Ice Storm stared fixedly at a column of raging flame shooting into the sky in the distance, like a Pillar of Heaven. "That seems to be... Kasava's presence!"
"Is that so?"
Meng Chao raised his eyebrows high.
A fierce light bloomed in his eyes.
Thanks to Kasava Bloodhoof's hospitality, he had soaked for a full ten days and ten nights in the thick, foul-smelling, blood-stained sewage of the underground black prison beneath the Blood Skull Arena.
If he did not pay a visit to the master of the Blood Skull Arena before leaving Black Horn City, would that not make Dragon City people seem... terribly impolite?
Boom!
With a furious roar, Kasava's right leg, covered in Totem Armor and wrapped in layers of raging flame, truly transformed into an indestructible Giant Axe, just like his name.
First, he swung it high, raising it over his head and folding it together with his body at a full one hundred and eighty degrees.
Then it came crashing down, striking the fully armed Temple Thief, shield in hand, right over the head.
The Temple Thief, shield and all, was smashed flying twenty or thirty meters away, crashing into a stretch of ruined walls. Before he could even scream, his breath was completely cut off.
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