Jiang Feng led the group closer at a slow pace. The blood on the ground had stained Azure Ox's hooves red.
Several merchants eyed Jiang Feng and the others warily.
Shen Xiaohe spoke up. "Don't be nervous. We're a merchant caravan too."
"You... are?"
At that moment, a burly man covered head to toe in blood stepped forward and cupped his hands.
"Everyone, I am Yang Feng, captain of this caravan's guards."
Jiang Feng glanced at Yang Feng. Judging from his aura, his cultivation was at the sixth level of the Divine Power Realm.
However, perhaps because he had just gone through a fierce battle, his aura was highly unstable.
Yang Feng continued, "Our caravan was robbed by bandits."
"We only managed to drive them off after giving it everything we had."
"Even so, the caravan suffered grievous losses."
At that moment, Jiang Feng noticed a severely wounded man being dragged out of a pool of blood by two caravan members.
The man's aura was faint, and one of his legs had been severed from the root of the thigh.
The man's gaze flickered somewhat as he looked at Jiang Feng.
Yang Feng glanced at the man dragged from the pool of blood and said, "That is our caravan leader."
Jiang Feng turned to glance at Nanfei behind him. Her expression was oddly calm.
Clearly, Nanfei had also sensed that there was something... strange about this caravan.
Jiang Feng could not say exactly what was strange about them, but he always felt that these people did not seem like members of a merchant caravan.
The heroic air between their brows did not resemble that of people who had endured hardships on trade routes all year round.
Moreover, they carried a suppressed vicious aura. Though they had tried their utmost to