"Found him." Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed.
He immediately raced after the aura.
He moved at the utmost speed, because he needed to find the Demon King before the other three did.
He had questions he needed answered.
Soon, Xu Zimo spotted a village ahead.
The Demon King's aura had vanished within the village as well.
"Looks like this is the place." Xu Zimo slowly walked toward the village.
This village had clearly stood for many years.
A Stone Tablet stood at the village entrance, bearing the three large words: Lingyin Village.
An especially ancient willow tree stood beside the entrance.
Yet it seemed some force had severed the willow at its waist. What a pity.
Xu Zimo raised his head and looked into the village.
It was utterly quiet inside, without a trace of human life.
Just as Xu Zimo prepared to enter, a group of people suddenly emerged from the village.
"Outsiders, halt," an Old Man said.
"Lingyin Village does not welcome outsiders."
The Old Man wore a green robe, with a group of Young Men from the village behind him.
"They're all dead. Looks like it's inside this village."
Xu Zimo looked at the village chief and his group, speaking blandly.
"Boy, who did you say was dead?" The Old Man snorted unhappily.
Xu Zimo looked at him.
With a casual wave of his hand, powerful blade qi burst forth.
It cleaved every villager cleanly in two at the waist.
Blood splattered everywhere, but it was black blood.
Then the bodies of those people healed again, and they rose back to their feet.
They looked exceptionally terrifying.
"Dead... So I was already dead."
The Old Man laughed madly.
Vomiting blood as he spoke, he lunged at Xu Zimo.
"Get lost," Xu Zimo shouted softly.
His voice was like