"Lu Liang." Tang Luo, who had dismissed his Undying Battle Body, softly began.
"Present." The former chief constable of Xiling stepped forward with respect, bowing his head. Catching sight of the scattered limbs across the ground, a chill ran through his heart.
"From today forth," Tang Luo's face remained calm as he addressed the submissive middle-aged man, "gather all the cannibals in Red Cloud Mountain. Can you handle that?"
Without thinking, he knew that these remaining people were not only twisted in nature but also stupid. However, the majority of cannibals must have already hidden among the crowds. The thought of living alongside them on the same mountain made Tang Luo sick to his stomach.
