Click~ Click~
"Don't try to approach me; I will kill you all!"
Hearing the familiar sound of bloodied fingers rhythmically hitting the sticky yet impured ground of the floor, the eyes of the cultivator couldn't help but further constrict, forcefully standing up as he dragged his weakened body toward the far corner of the room.
Eyes widen as he anxiously gazes at the silhouette of countless severed limbs beyond the thick mist, grabbing the seeming corpses of the cultivators on the ground before dragging them toward the unknown location—making his hair stand up afterward upon beholding and smelling the fresh scent of blood originating within the surface of the limbs.
"This, are they killing the cultivators that they were dragging?!"
