Xiao Yun withdrew his Divine Sense and leaned back against the chair back.
Qian Daoliu's judgment was very accurate, and his tactics were practical as well—Mighty Lion Douluo would clear out the undead, while Feathered Light Douluo would snipe the Evil Spirit Masters.
As long as the Evil Spirit Masters died, the Undead Scourge would collapse on its own.
Simple, direct, effective.
Spirit Flame Maiden knocked on the door and came in. "Teacher Xiao, dinner is ready."
"I'm not eating. Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
Xiao Yun had already risen and was walking toward the door. "To take a look at that village."
The Flying Sword sped through the twilight.
Spirit Flame Maiden stood behind Xiao Yun, gripping his lapels with both hands. The wind blew so hard she could not open her eyes, and she buried her face against Xiao Yun's back.
After flying for roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn, Xiao Yun began to descend. Beneath them was an extinct volcano. The crater had long since solidified and was overgrown with weeds and shrubs.
At the foot of the mountain stood a village. It was not small, with only over a hundred households, and three large characters were written on the village gate: Flower God Village.
The Flying Sword landed in the center of the village. Xiao Yun put away the sword, and Spirit Flame Maiden let go, looking around.
There was not a single person in the village. The houses were still there, the courtyard walls were still there, the gates were still there, but the people were gone. There was blood on the ground, blood on the walls, blood on the door panels. Some of the stains had already dried, turning dark brown; some were still fresh, giving off a dark-red