Harvesting the Spoils!

Beneath the peaceful Small Town lurked endless whispers and ugliness.

In front of the school.

Piles of blackened, dried corpses lay stacked like mountains. One by one, their mouths hung open and their eyes bulged wide.

Silent wails and despair seemed to slowly seep from the corpses after death.

A dozen or so warriors from the Pure True Yang Realm stood obediently before the heap of bodies.

They didn't dare breathe.

Their leader, the Town Mayor, had died long ago. The only reason he hadn't taken them along when he set out was that they were too weak.

And because they had been inside the Small Town when Chen Changyuan used the Blood Drawing Formation, they had managed to escape disaster.

Lu Xunyang had said that all the ordinary people were dead, but that didn't include them.

"They're all dead..."

The fat-faced Principal stared at the heap of dried corpses, his expression dazed. The lumps on his face trembled constantly, as if they might drip with greasy oil.

"They're all dead. They're all dead..."

Profound sorrow filled his eyes. Beside him, the school's teachers looked on sorrowfully, struggling to breathe.

"They're all dead, aaahhhh!!!!"

A heart-rending wail rang out. The Principal's cry turned into wave after wave of sound that instantly spread through the air.

The Human Race warriors standing in a line trembled, blood flowing from their ears.

"They can still be eaten. They're still edible..."

One warrior dropped straight to her knees and pointed at the pile of dried corpses.

"Isn't there still this?"

Suddenly—

ROAR! The Principal's head abruptly swelled. He snapped down and bit the man's head clean off.

SPURT! His headless body toppled over, blood spraying everywhere like an out-of-control faucet.

The other warriors turned deathly pale, not daring to speak.

Blood dripped from the