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Who?
The crowd turned their heads and saw thousands of people clad in grey robes approaching, with a dozen or so black-clothed figures at the front, resembling elders.
The leader was a purple-robed elder, whose status was evident, with half of his face covered in centipede-like wounds, grotesque and frightful!
"Hmph, you've got some nerve, daring to barge into my Beimang Sect," the purple-robed elder sneered.
"Who are you?" Ye Wudao asked coldly.
"Heh, I am the Great Elder of the Beimang Sect!" the purple-robed elder said arrogantly.
"Those young people lying in coffins, victims of murder, was it your doing?" Ye Wudao asked angrily.
"Heh, precisely, the blood of these youngsters is so tender, and there are many virgins among them! By refining them into blood corpses, we can awaken the king of our Beimang Sect, it's their honor in this lifetime!" the Beimang Sect's Great Elder said proudly.
Refining living people into blood corpses!
