Zhao Fu spoke to the people inside the carriage. "I have something to take care of, so I'll be leaving for a while. Stay here and wait for me."
"Got it!"
Everyone answered, having already seen what was happening outside through the windows and knowing that Zhao Fu was going to deal with it.
Seeing that the monsters had been dealt with, the many commoners nearby quietly began fleeing in all directions again.
They understood that Zhao Fu was no kind man. The village chief seemed to have already been controlled by him, and they had only run back because of the monsters. Otherwise, why would they have returned?
Zhao Fu watched the scattered villagers with a blank expression. A power of evil demons surged forth, washing toward every villager like a tide.
These villagers were merely ordinary people, utterly incapable of resisting the power of evil demons. One after another, their bodies stiffened where they stood, their eyes turning vacant as Zhao Fu easily brought them under his control.
Leading these villagers along with the village chief, Zhao Fu headed toward the village.
A short while later, Zhao Fu arrived at the village. The ground was a complete mess, splattered everywhere with blood and strewn with torn corpses—men, women, old people, and children. The sight was exceedingly bloody, and the air was thick with the pungent stench of blood.
Zhao Fu paid no heed to it and led the others before the Divine Trees.
On the large tree in the center was a seventeen-year-old girl. Her back seemed to have fused to the trunk, and the ropes that had bound her had already snapped. It was as though the great tree had swallowed part of her body.
The Divine Trees were indeed devouring the girl. They had given her