A silent street.
A line of five people quickly dashed through, heading straight for the city center, fearful of being engulfed by the spreading darkness behind them.
"Stop a moment!"
Suddenly, Pang Jian uttered a light shout, and his dashing figure came to a halt.
Zhou Qingchen and the others maintained a short distance from him, and upon seeing him stop, they all reined in their momentum.
With the Dragon Pattern Spear in hand, Pang Jian walked to the corner of a building with a solemn expression, looking at a corpse draped in a pitch-black robe with a Red Mountain emblem on the chest area.
The black clothing with the Red Mountain emblem on the chest was the common attire of Red Mountain Cultivators from the Upper Realm.
"Our people from Red Mountain!"
