Countless strands of blood fluttered in the air like the swirling locks of Little Ice's hair as she stood in front of the waterfall.
All the members of the Ancient Tribe watched Little Ice in astonishment, their expressions a mix of confusion and pain.
Old Ghost Hei and others watched in absolute bewilderment, bellowed angrily, "Damn it, what are you all trying to do, burning your own bloodline like this? Are you just standing by to watch her die?"
The Sha Clan Elder shook, turned around, tears streaming down his face, his eyes cold as they fixated on Old Ghost Hei and his group, retorted, "This is none of your business!"
"Bullshit!" shouted Shang Yao as he pointed at the practitioners who were acting like zombies, "Thousands of practitioners have turned into walking dead and you want to tell us it's none of our business?"
