After creeping forward for some distance, enduring the resentment that made him so uncomfortable, Huo Hai finally saw what lay ahead. To his surprise, a town had appeared before him.
The town, together with the vast stretches of farmland surrounding it, struck Huo Hai as deeply strange. Along the entire journey, he had not seen a single town, only small, nearly abandoned villages. Yet here was a scene like this. He could even make out quite a few people working in the fields.
"What on earth is going on?" Huo Hai's eyes widened. If the resentment permeating the world had not been growing heavier and heavier, he would never have believed how much evil and suffering lay hidden beneath this peaceful-looking town.
Suddenly, Huo Hai narrowed his eyes. He had noticed quite a few people concealed around the fields. The farmers were all ordinary people, but those guarding the perimeter were actually Spirit Masters. What baffled him most was that these guards had their backs turned outward. It seemed they were guarding against these ordinary civilians, not outsiders.
At that thought, Huo Hai found the situation even stranger. With a mental command, he had Little Butterfly conceal him and secretly approached the town. Along the way, he discovered that every guard on the perimeter carried an unusually dense murderous aura.
Moreover, their murderous auras held a heavy undercurrent of deathly stillness, utterly unlike the murderous aura he had acquired in battle. Although every civilian he passed was working, there was no longer the slightest spark of life in their eyes.
All the civilians seemed like walking corpses, reminding Huo Hai of the slaves he had heard about. No, even slaves would not be reduced to this. He grew increasingly curious about what had happened here. Just what had the Blood