"If anyone wants to live, leave this place at once. I'm taking all your goods. If you want to die, step forward."
Ye Lin carried a long sword as he walked into the merchant caravan. Everyone stared at him with tense expressions.
Their leader had been killed just like that?
Why did it feel so unreal?
As they watched this God of Slaughter draw closer step by step, the caravan members instinctively began backing away. Ye Lin had frightened them.
"Want to die?"
Ye Lin looked at the young man standing motionless before him and struck without warning. A huge head fell to the ground, blood splashing everywhere.
"Still not getting lost?"
Ye Lin struck again, and another person fell.
The remaining people scattered and fled at once, not even caring about the goods left behind. At that moment, all they wanted was to escape with their lives.
Only then did Ye Lin put away his long sword.
"Let's keep moving."
Seeing White Wind and the others staring at him in shock, Ye Lin returned the long sword to its owner and spoke softly.
"Little brother, those people didn't deserve to die."
White Wind looked at Ye Lin, his voice trembling. Let alone those people—he himself had been frightened by Ye Lin's decisiveness and ruthlessness.
Ye Lin acted the moment he said he would, without the slightest hesitation.
"Heh. This desert is so vast—why did we happen to run into them? Look around. If they were truly travelers, there would be wheel tracks and footprints along the way."
"But look around. Are there any?"
"Sure, the wind and sand bury things quickly, but not that quickly."
After Ye Lin finished speaking, White Wind and the others finally looked around. Sure enough, the desert around them was bare, with no wheel