Before long, the two of them entered the outskirts of the market.
The roads were completely deserted.
Every household had its doors tightly shut.
Many houses had even been damaged in last night's chaos.
The air was thick with the stench of blood. Corpses lay scattered every which way across the roads, stripped nearly clean, with only the clothes covering their bodies left behind.
Occasionally, mortal women and children sat blankly before the ruins of their homes, their eyes empty and unfocused.
Even when they wept and wailed, they desperately suppressed their voices, terrified of drawing further trouble.
It had only been one short night.
Yet the outskirts of the market had already become unrecognizable.
Those who could survive under such circumstances were either powerful, or too weak and poor to have anything worth taking...
Zhou Changwang and Qian Xiaoyue both wore solemn expressions.
Especially when they saw the powerful spiritual energy lingering on certain corpses, along with wounds that had clearly been left by magical artifacts.
Even cultivators at the Middle Qi Refining Stage and above had been unable to escape death.
If they had continued staying in the outer district, would they have met the same end?
Neither of them knew, but both felt a measure of relief.
Suddenly, a cultivator darted out from around a corner. The moment he saw them, he was startled and instinctively raised the magical artifact in his hand. Then he quickly put it away. Without wasting a single word, he retreated in small steps, slowly backing around the corner again.
Zhou Changwang and Qian Xiaoyue exchanged glances, then tacitly headed in another direction.
They too feared encountering that man again, or even walking into an ambush, so they would rather take a longer route.
Though if a fight broke out, the two