No Survivors!
Inside the cabin, a member of the Demon Race lay in a pool of blood as Lin Bai walked forward with a sharp sword in hand.
When he looked back, nearly the entire passage was filled with corpses, and blood had been splashed all over the floor!
Lin Bai raised a hand and collected all the corpses into his Storage Bag.
"Hahahaha!"
As Lin Bai passed a room, he heard a burst of laughter from within. The sound caught his attention, and he walked straight over, gently pushing the door open. Inside, he saw Xiang Lei and more than a dozen other experts at the Yin Saint realm!
"They're all here. Perfect."
Lin Bai pushed the door open and entered, yet they still had not noticed him, apparently too engrossed in whatever topic had them laughing so happily!
"Come on, drink, drink, drink... Uh..." A member of the Demon Race at the eighth stage of the Yin Saint realm laughed loudly.
But before he could finish speaking, it was as though something had blocked his throat. Then mouthful after mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, splattering across the table.
Xiang Lei and the dozen or so others were startled. They all looked at him in terror, only to see a silver-white blade slowly withdrawing from his throat!
"Who are you?"
Xiang Lei flew into a rage, glaring at the black-robed man.
"The one who's here to take your lives!" Lin Bai pulled out his sword. The Aurora Intent and Rainstorm Intent fused into a single strike, which swept horizontally through the room. A sheet of blood rose into the air!
Pfft! Pfft—
Under that single sword strike, seven members of the Demon Race at the eighth stage of the Yin Saint realm had not even recovered their