Amid the streets and alleys, the stench of blood was intensely thick.
The Flag Commander of the Cold Gate Department and all the junior flag bearers were dead, their conditions tragic and desolate.
Anyone who witnessed the scene couldn't help but tremble with shock and fear.
As Zhou Kui, the General Flag Envoy, began to speak, the two Flag Commanders behind him and numerous junior flag bearers crowded around, drawing their swords to confront.
"Evil Spirit?"
Zhou Kui's face was cold as ice, and he slowly said, "Where is the Evil Spirit?"
He pointed ahead and said, "The men under my command from the Cold Gate Department are almost entirely dead, slaughtered with knives! Tell me, is this the handiwork of an Evil Spirit killing people?"
