Cui Jiuyang murmured to himself, "I'm afraid... I'm afraid only an immortal could do that?"
Chapter 282: The fiend
The two continued through the main gate and deeper into the manor.
On the snow-covered flagstone path, a stiff corpse lay every few steps.
Some were curled into balls, fine snow covering their fur or clothes.
Others lay with their limbs outstretched, as though they had suddenly frozen in place while running.
Li Mingyue recognized some of the corpses at a glance, identifying them as various disciples of White Crane Manor.
Others she did not recognize, but judging by the pure fluctuations of spiritual energy coming from their bodies, most had been good souls who had never consumed blood meals, without the slightest trace of viciousness about them.
Still other corpses gave off cold, sinister auras. These were mostly demons who did not belong to White Crane Manor and had presumably come to seek treatment or shelter from trouble.
The farther the two walked, the heavier their hearts grew.
Had White Crane Manor truly been left without a single survivor?
More than ninety percent of the corpses had bled from all seven orifices and had shattered demon cores. Clearly, they had died from the backlash of spiritual energy when the mountain-protecting Grand Formation shattered.
The remaining ten percent bore obvious wounds inflicted by spells, but the residual traces of those spells had long since dispersed in the cold wind, making it impossible to determine the killer's origins.
They moved very slowly, each step making a soft crunch in the snow that sounded especially distinct in the deathly silent manor.
Both remained on their guard. The enemy might have left long ago, but if traps had been left behind, the slightest carelessness could still cause them to fall victim.
Cui Jiuyang soon