Flood Dragon Horses ran as swiftly as the wind at full gallop.
Gu Cheng and Tang Lingyu rode along the main road, heading straight ahead. They soon reached the scene of the incident.
The wreckage of more than twenty carriages lay strewn across the broad road.
Dozens upon dozens of human corpses, drained into mummies, were scattered haphazardly around the carriages.
They lay with their limbs twisted and fingers clawing at the air, their deaths horribly gruesome. They had clearly experienced immense terror before they died.
A quick count put them at several hundred!
Dark-red blood covered the ground, staining the road a deep crimson. Under the sunlight, it gave off a pungent, fishy stench.
The goods carried by the carriages had also been looted clean. At a glance, it was clear the culprits were ruthless bandits who had killed and robbed their victims!
Gazing at the horrifically bloody massacre before her,
Tang Lingyu couldn't help but look aghast, her pupils contracting sharply.
Though she had spent most of her time devoted to bitter cultivation and was powerful in her own right, she had rarely gone out on missions before.
This was the first time she had witnessed with her own eyes the horrifying aftermath of a slaughter.
"Judging by the flags on the carriages, this must have been an entire prominent lineage on the move. They were attacked along the way..."
Gu Cheng, however, remained remarkably calm.
He dismounted and walked into the scene. Looking at the several mummified corpses whose heads had been severed with a single slash, he quietly analyzed the situation:
"Judging by the traces of battle left behind, there weren't many attackers. Five at most."
"There must have been an expert with a blade among them, someone who could chop off dozens of people's heads