After knowing the identity of the God, Qin Hao felt pressure, but he also felt much relieved.
At least Qin Hao knew they were not alone.
There were others helping them, wanting this Land of Decline to rise again.
As Qin Hao hurried to Baihai City, he suddenly stopped halfway.
A resentment was emanating nearby, several creatures had been killed, and not just a few.
This made Qin Hao's eyes narrow, and he rushed over.
A small village of over a hundred houses was now reeking of blood.
The overwhelming resentment was coming from here, with everyone killed.
A trace of anger appeared on Qin Hao's face as he entered the village.
It was already past eight in the evening, and it had completely darkened.
Qin Hao pushed open a door, inside lay four bodies, each with a wound on their necks, as if gnawed by some wild beast, all four staring wide-eyed as if they had seen something horrific.
Qin Hao's gaze turned grim, and he walked out of the house.
