Zhang Yang got out of the carriage, his expression freezing. But since he got out after everyone else, no one saw it. They only heard Tang San, who was walking at the front, say, "Something's wrong."
"The village seems to have been attacked. Many of the farmers' homes have been damaged, and it looks like they were smashed by blunt weapons. There are bloodstains too. They haven't dried yet, so this must have happened recently."
Tang San had observed all this with his Purple Demon Eyes. The others did not possess his monstrous eyesight and had no way to verify whether it was true.
Bai Chenxiang said, "Cousin, I'll go take a look."
A white blur flashed past. Bai Chenxiang had already shot forward, the wings on her back spreading as she soared into the air, instantly becoming a white speck in the sky.
Zhang Yang watched Bai Chenxiang fly off to scout, his expression unchanged.
Kenbunshoku Haki was different from ordinary vision, so Zhang Yang had reached a different conclusion from another perspective.
There were no living people left in the small village. Meanwhile, in the mountain forest several kilometers away, there were roughly three hundred Soul Power Fluctuations, along with a small number of humans without Soul Power.
Zhang Yang had served in the navy for several years and had used Kenbunshoku Haki to observe similar situations before. Without exception, they had all been military disasters.
That mass of Soul Power Fluctuations mixed with ordinary humans was either the source of the disaster or the source taking ordinary people captive.
Bai Chenxiang, who had flown back, also confirmed Zhang Yang's judgment. What she had seen in the village was blood everywhere—a standard primary crime scene. When she expanded her scouting range, she discovered the three hundred Soul Power