"I just searched the surrounding area. There are quite a few Flying Snake corpses, but for now, I haven't found any trace of the Seven Star Human Civilization." Another tall, thin man wearing a battle suit spoke softly.
"Delgado, Mori, do you suspect me of lying?" A flicker of anger passed through the eyes of the blood-robed, sinister young man, Xueshu.
The burly man and Mori exchanged a glance without speaking.
In terms of strength, as Second-Order powerhouses, they naturally surpassed Xueshu.
But Xueshu was a core disciple of the Sacred Land, and his rank within the Tianliang Race was higher than theirs.
"That shouldn't be possible. How could there be no..." The blood-robed, sinister young man Xueshu looked down at the canyon below and swept it twice with his gaze. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly. "Damn it. We came too late."
"Look." Xueshu pointed toward a cliff nearly a thousand meters away. "There are so many Flying Snake corpses."
"What?"
"Flying Snake corpses?" The burly man and the tall, thin young man immediately looked over.
On that sloping cliff face—
There were large numbers of Flying Snake corpses, and obvious traces of a fierce battle marked the mountain wall.
They had just been directly above this section of cliff.
Moreover, the colors of the many Flying Snake corpses, blood, and vines were similar, which was why they had failed to notice them at once.
"There's more than one place. Look, there are battle traces over there too."
"And there." Once they began looking deliberately, the three Tianliang Race experts carefully examined the area and discovered even more traces.
It was enough to conclude—
A brutal battle had erupted in Flying Snake Valley not long ago.
"Such a savage battle must have involved Second-Order combatants. Did we come too late?"