The thunderous roar of thunder rumbled throughout the night.
It was as if some powerful being was venting its fury in embarrassment.
Hiding in the underground chamber, Wang Chen didn't sleep all night, remaining vigilant.
Only when the outside world was quiet, did he carefully crawl out of the tunnel.
Dawn had broken.
The room inside and out was a total mess, and the four evil beasts had wrecked Wang Chen's den beyond recognition.
Cleaning up would take quite a bit of effort.
But the first thing Wang Chen dealt with was the body of the cultivator in the yard.
The cultivator had been burnt to a crisp, barely recognizable as human.
His storage bag was completely destroyed.
Wang Chen had a vague recollection of him, probably a neighbor he had seen once, but couldn't name.
He cast another Fire Crow Technique, turning the charred body to ash.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, may the departed soul return to the earth..."
