Zhao Ritian's surroundings changed in an instant, everything looking like movie special effects.
All around him was murderous intent!
It made his hair stand on end. The air reeked of blood, and corpses covered the ground!
He had no idea whose they were. He did not recognize a single one.
But there were too many—far too many corpses...
Even Zhao Ritian was so frightened that he collapsed onto the ground.
Was this hell!?
The ground was almost invisible. As far as his eyes could see, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood. What kind of person could commit such monstrous evil!?
Zhao Ritian vomited, vomiting wildly until there was nothing left in his stomach, only acidic bile.
But every breath he took brought that stench of blood and viscera, making him want to vomit again.
Zhao Ritian was afraid.
He ran frantically, wanting to leave, wanting to get out of here immediately!
To escape this horrifying place, to escape this living hell!
But after only a few steps, he saw his Little Master hanging from a tree, already dead.
Zhao Ritian was utterly stunned, and tears streamed down his face.
"Mas... Master... Little Master... I... my Little Master..."
Zhao Ritian burst into tears and ran over, hugging Little Master's legs and trying to lower him. But his entire body was limp and weak; he could not muster any strength at all, as if even raising an arm required every ounce of power he had.
Then he saw Second Master's corpse beneath a large tree not far away.
Her stomach had been cut open, and she had died with her eyes wide open.
Zhao Ritian let out a miserable scream and crawled over, sobbing bitterly as he held Second Master.
Then a weak voice said, "Ritian... don't cry... don't...