Samson stood behind Jack and mumbled, “This is so strange. Before, we’d find a fiend every one to three kilometers, and we’d even encounter two or three of them. Yet, ever since that withered tree, we haven’t met a single fiend… All we saw were remnants of that battle.”

Jack stood up and looked around him. Just from the traces of that battle, he was unable to determine if the ones who fought were disciples from their side or those from the south.

With that in mind, he could not resist unleashing his senses, expanding it to 300 meters. At that moment, he felt a familiar feeling coming from a withered tree root about 250 meters away.

His breaths grew short in anxiousness. “It’s the electric mark from Evil Blood Thunder again!”

not bother waiting for them to say anything, however, and started to rush toward where he sensed

behind Jack. In that blood-red world, other than the most common hills and slopes, all they saw were various withered

any moment, and

of the others unleashed as well. 25 senses conversed in the same area as they investigated the foot

is there!” blurted

Corpse Pavilion disciple leave behind these marks? This is no

to do? It’s nothing good, that’s for sure. He might’ve left

us. Once we get out of here, I’ll report

indignation, everyone grew more and more

the top talent -wise and skill-wise within their own clans, their brains did not seem to work

not think

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