Wherever the bloodlight reached, the Rift Weasels that had been happily feeding just moments ago shrieked in agony. Wrapped in Blood Flame, they burned, then swiftly withered. Within a few breaths, all the flesh and blood on their bodies had been devoured, transforming into dark bloodlight that flowed into Wu Kui.
Seven or eight tenths of the Rift Weasel nest had been wiped out at once. Those inside the vehicle were completely exterminated, and none of the rest dared follow anymore.
The off-road vehicle roared across the rough stretch at the forest's edge. Night wind, fallen leaves, and dust poured through the shattered windows, battering the seats and equipment covered in scorch marks and tears, quickly coating the cabin in a layer of ashen gray. Yet there was not a trace of splattered blood inside, as if it had all been burned away in that eruption of Blood Flame.
Wu Kui still braced both hands against the steering wheel. His driving posture was awkward and stiff, and his body had straightened slightly, but as time passed, it slumped down again.
In the back seat, Wu Zhao leaned against the seatback, lightly tapping a book against her palm, looking somewhat bored and somewhat helpless.
The two people in the vehicle did not communicate at all, as though they were in two separate worlds.
In fact, the area where Wu Zhao sat was indeed immaculate. The fallen leaves and dust blowing in could not touch it at all.
The vehicle continued onward. There were another four or five incidents like the Rift Weasels along the way, costing them six or seven hours. Only near dawn the next day did they enter an exceptionally silent region.
A thin mist filled the area, obscuring the surroundings. The sound of rushing water drifted in through