Everyone was stopped in their tracks, staring ahead in shock and uncertainty.
The glacial hills were dazzling beneath the brilliant sunlight, almost too bright to keep their eyes open. Yet the blood-red severed limbs scattered across the ground remained a horrifying sight!
A shattered head as tall as a man.
Fingers as thick as tree trunks.
Strange trunks exuding an aura of decay!
The wreckage blanketing the ground instantly seized everyone's attention, and Zhongli Meng's clear eyes trembled!
"This!"
The old man exchanged quiet glances with the others, his eyes also filled with apprehension.
The group suddenly fell silent, every face grave.
They cautiously stepped forward to inspect the remains, cries of alarm ringing out without end!
"These remains still carry terrifying Killing Intent. They must have belonged to Devil Race experts!"
"Probably more than that. Look at this Skeleton Head—even without the slightest trace of life, it still radiates formidable pressure. It was likely no ordinary member of the Devil Race while alive!"
"Hiss... What kind of person could have slaughtered so many Devil Race members?"
"Only a true Heavenly Tier expert could accomplish such a thing. And the ones who killed so many devils while leaving behind nothing but useless limbs are most likely Fu Haotian's group!"
"Damn it! That spoiled rich brat really got there first!"
"What are we supposed to do now? They have experts gathered like clouds and have already seized the initiative. The devil corpses they've collected must far exceed ours. Even if we keep moving forward, we'll most likely gain nothing!"
"This..."
The senior and junior disciples looked anxious, their words full of helplessness.
Fu Haotian had a group of experts backing him. His combat strength was far beyond anything they could match.
There were ten of them in total. Even counting