Houyi raced through the barren mountains and desolate lands. There were usually no powerful cultivators in places like these, and he could reach the Houtu Tribe as quickly as possible.
A deep sense of danger gripped him. A feeling of dread had been lingering in his heart.
The land was devastated, the air reeked of burning, and dried blood stained the ground. Corpses covered the entire valley.
Ruins stretched as far as the eye could see: charred trees, demolished houses, and scattered earth and stones.
The entire Houtu Tribe had been destroyed. Not a trace of life remained. A great battle had taken place in the valley, and the power of the world's elements still lingered in the air. Some of it belonged to the Wu, but most of it belonged to the Demon Race.
Houyi rushed toward the ruins where the Vampire Vine had been. It was the foundation and hope of the Houtu Tribe.
The pain was unbearable. His heart ached.
Houyi threw back his head and roared, venting his fury. Like a maddened beast, he searched everywhere for signs of his people, but found only their corpses—torn to pieces, their Essence Blood seemingly drained dry.
This blood debt would be repaid in blood.
Once he had calmed down, Houyi forced himself to think. He could not let his anger cloud his judgment.
It seemed nothing remained of the Houtu Tribe. Even the Life Divine Vine, which could give birth to Wu lifeforms, had vanished. Could every member of the tribe really be gone? Impossible. The Wu possessed strange abilities that gave them unmatched advantages in escaping and concealing their presence. Besides, there was no sign that the Life Divine Vine had been destroyed, and there were no traces of fighting in the cracks beneath the ruins. In