Li Mo and Zhang Yang moved at incredible speed, worthy of being Inner Sect Disciples at the peak of Qi Condensation Fifth Layer.
In less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, they had already ventured dozens of miles deep into Black Wind Mountain and arrived near the location Scarface had reported.
From afar, they caught the heavy stench of blood, along with the lingering foul odor of demon beasts.
The two exchanged a glance, both slowing down and concealing their auras as they cautiously crept toward the source of the bloody smell.
Before long, a battlefield in utter disarray appeared before them.
Five cold corpses lay upon the ground. They were Scarface and his four companions.
Their deaths had been exceptionally miserable.
Some had had their throats torn open, some had been disemboweled with their intestines spilling everywhere, while others had been gnawed until only half their bodies remained.
Around their bodies lay another seven or eight enormous demon wolf corpses.
The entire scene looked as though it had just witnessed an incomparably brutal, bloody battle between humans and demon beasts.
"Tut, tut, how miserable." Zhang Yang smacked his lips at the sight, yet there was not the slightest trace of sympathy on his face. Instead, he wore a hint of satisfaction. "Those trash really did die at the hands of demon wolves."
Li Mo, however, frowned slightly.
He crouched down and carefully examined Scarface's corpse, then surveyed the surrounding area.
"Something's wrong," he said gravely.
"What's wrong with it?" Zhang Yang asked dismissively. "Weren't they just surrounded by demon wolves and wiped out to the last man? What's so strange about that?"
"Look here." Li Mo pointed at several massive claw marks on the ground. "The depth and force of these marks could never have