Wang Yu's pupils contracted. His vast divine sense swept toward that hilltop in an instant, projecting the scene there into his mind with perfect clarity.
A wooden boat lay on the hilltop, more than half of it broken apart. Nearby, over a dozen black-furred bear demon beasts were tearing at the mutilated corpses of several human cultivators.
The only one barely clinging to life was a young female cultivator in her twenties.
The demon beasts had torn off all four of her limbs and even ripped open her abdomen, spilling her entrails across the ground. Yet green light kept rising from her mutilated body, preventing her from dying immediately and leaving her able only to let out agonized screams.
But when a bear demon beast suddenly smashed her head into a bloody pulp with one swipe, her screams abruptly ceased.
Wang Yu's expression darkened. He pressed one foot lightly against the magical artifact beneath him. The bow of the Bone Boat dipped slightly, and it shot toward the hilltop.
Whoosh!
Before the Bone Boat descended, a streak of black light flew from it. The dozen or so bears, which had only just reached entry-tier, barely managed a few roars before they fell to the ground as corpses severed in two.
There was a soft thud.
The Bone Boat stopped low above the hilltop. Wang Yu jumped straight down, and the black light turned into a black flying knife that landed in his hand. He casually tucked it back into his Storage Bag.
His gaze swept over the mutilated human corpses, and he frowned.
Though these cultivators had died gruesomely, the lingering spiritual energy fluctuations on their bodies were not particularly weak. Most had been at late Qi refining, and one corpse even carried faint fluctuations of Qi refining perfection.
Although