Lin Bai and Zhou Xi vanished into the crowd without a sound and headed toward the alleys surrounding the Wang family residence in the North City.
"Master, we went to all this trouble to come here. Aren't we going inside to take a look?"
Zhou Xi was puzzled. Lin Bai had already come all the way here, so why did he not go inside and investigate? Perhaps they might even discover some clues.
Lin Bai smiled. "What's there to see? Haven't you seen the Demon Race kill people before? They simply tear bodies apart with their claws, sending blood flying and entrails splattering everywhere. What's worth seeing about such a bloody scene?"
Zhou Xi gave a bitter smile. "Then why did you come to the Wang family in the North City, Master?"
"I'm curious... How did the Demon Race manage to slaughter tens of thousands of martial artists in a single night, and do it without making a sound? Not even the martial artists on the streets surrounding the Wang family noticed anything unusual?"
"That is strange."
"And it wasn't only the Wang family in the North City. The families and forces annihilated by the Demon Race over the past few days all died in practically the same way. In a single night, every member was wiped out. There was no sound, no disturbance—not even the guards standing at the gates heard the fighting inside?"
"How is that possible?"
"The Demon Race slaughtered tens of thousands of people. To say that not a single sound escaped would be absolutely impossible!"
"Even if just one martial artist shouted for help, that should have been enough to alarm the martial artists within dozens of miles, right?"
"Yet not a single cry for help came from any of these annihilated families!"
Zhou Xi