Upon a stretch of charred-black ruins, severed limbs lay scattered across the ground. Dried blood had congealed into black stains, painfully conspicuous.
"The Dragon-Scale Horse Clan... not a single survivor remains."
A member of the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan bent down and picked up a scale, his voice unusually heavy.
This was already the ninth Demon Cultivator clan they had discovered to have been annihilated.
"Late again."
"Who on earth did this?!"
A man with a grim expression muttered to himself.
He was none other than Qin Gu, who had once traveled to Dragon City with Ao Mingyue and her younger brother.
When the strange creatures had attacked the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan that day, Qin Gu had survived by sheer luck. The horrific scene of that night remained carved into his memory: the screams of his clansmen, the sound of black vines piercing flesh and blood, and that pervasive, bone-chilling aura. He had once believed he would die that day, but he had survived.
Precisely because he had experienced such despair, he understood better than anyone what the ruins before him signified.
With his exceptional talent and formidable strength, he had earned the esteem of the new Clan Leader, Ao Jianlie. He was now an elder with real authority in the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan.
Qin Gu had been ordered to investigate the truth behind the destruction of several Demon Cultivator clans. He had been investigating for some time, yet each time, he found few clues and no leads.
The previous clans had also vanished under mysterious circumstances.
But Qin Gu knew they had not vanished. That was merely the story told to the outside world. In truth, the territories of those Demon Cultivator clans had already become dead lands and graves.
Every time he arrived, he saw the