On the dirt road outside the village, a group rode Sicklebugs over the mountains and quickly reached the village entrance.
It was Xiang Long, who had followed the clues here with a group of subordinates.
The chitin covering the tall Sicklebugs gleamed like metal. Their sharp mandibles lent them a ferocious look, their appearance more visually imposing than a tiger's.
Yet beneath their riders, they seemed perfectly placid and docile.
"These beauties are much better to ride than horses."
A Golden Body expert fondly stroked the area around his Sicklebug's compound eyes, and the Sicklebug obligingly tilted its head.
"Absolutely. They understand people, they're gentle, their gait is incredibly smooth, and they can cross mountain forests-"
These days, even Golden Body experts chose to ride horses when traveling. Even Martial Saints did so for convenience.
Mounts were like luxury cars.
And these Sicklebugs were undoubtedly top-of-the-line luxury cars.
Xiang Long had been smiling casually, about to say something himself, but the moment he entered the village, he frowned. He pulled the reins to stop his Sicklebug, then raised his hand. "Wait. Something's wrong-"
They had previously received a request for help from nearby villagers. Wild laughter occasionally rang out in the mountain forests here, suggesting a Weird.
Sicklebugs had subsequently been sent to investigate. According to feedback from a nearby Brain-Eater, the Sicklebugs dispatched had been quickly killed.
A Weird capable of quickly killing the thick-skinned, sturdy Sicklebugs, and which actively attacked them, had to be extremely violent.
If something like that were here, the nearby villagers could not possibly have gotten away with merely hearing wild laughter.
That was precisely why Xiang Long had personally brought men to investigate.
And the moment he entered the village, Xiang Long, a Second-Tribulation Martial Saint, felt a flicker of dread.
He immediately