The scene before them was stained as if by blood; the trees and the soil were painted a deep, shocking crimson. Even more horrifying were the scattered, mangled remains of flesh and bone littering the area. At a glance, it looked as though a group of people had encountered some ferocious Monster Beast and been torn apart alive. The place had become a veritable slaughterhouse.
"What… what happened here?" Qu Qiubai’s expression soured. He stepped forward to examine the scene, concluding, "They were indeed torn to pieces by something alive." As he spoke, his alertness spiked. He scanned his surroundings, worried that whatever had done this might spring out from the shadows at any moment.
Suddenly, a rustling sound of footsteps on leaves drifted toward them. Both of their expressions shifted. They stared intently into the dense thicket, but neither dared to use their spiritual energy to probe. Because their view was obstructed where they stood, they could hear the sound and see the vegetation swaying, but they had no idea what was approaching.
Chapter 467