In the darkness, clusters of crimson flames floated in the air. Some burned furiously, while others were no bigger than candle wicks.
Some were blazing and bright, while others were dim and lifeless.
Yet whether bright or dim, each of these flames vaguely revealed faces and figures.
Among them were Chou Ji, his red hair draped over his shoulders, and Shi Xuan, whose bare feet were wrapped in bindings.
Every one of these flames contained a Bloodkin.
At that moment.
One of the flames suddenly flared brightly, then flickered like a candle in the wind before vanishing from the dark space.
Just as that flame disappeared, Zhe Kui opened his eyes inside a car.
Chou Ji and Shi Xuan, sitting beside him, immediately sensed it and looked toward this "Holy Lord."
Zhe Kui slowly said, "Number Four is dead."
Chou Ji and Shi Xuan trembled slightly.
Number Four could hardly be called powerful in their eyes, but the fact that someone in the wilderness had managed to kill him meant they had to take notice.
"Could it have been someone from Tianfu Group?" Shi Xuan asked.
Chou Ji nodded lightly. At present, in the Fen River area, the only people capable of killing Number Four were Jing Yuan and Du You of Tianfu Group.
Zhe Kui shook his head. "I don't know, but it doesn't matter."
And that was indeed the case.
It was only one dead Bloodkin. They could simply make another. Compared with what they had to do now,
this minor matter was utterly insignificant.
At that moment, the car rocked slightly and came to a stop.
It was a cargo truck, but instead of goods, only a few empty crates had been piled by the doors of the cargo compartment.
Inside the compartment among the crates sat