The bodies outside, shattered and broken!
One can surmise that they must have suffered a fatal blow before dying!
Some people's ribs were crushed into bits.
Others had their chests directly smashed through.
Blood was everywhere, and nearly half of the martial artists died without even closing their eyes.
Little White Dragon was shocked to the core, standing outside the door, unable to stop vomiting.
"What happened? Who attacked the Martin Family?"
The accompanying martial artists felt a chill, even their hearts beat more rapidly.
"I don't know, but it looks like they've been dead for at least a few hours."
Little White Dragon forced down the nausea, pushed open the door, and went inside.
It was somewhat better inside.
Everyone was dead, very neatly.
"All dead?" Little White Dragon's eyes widened, standing dumbfounded.
"Look quickly, isn't that Dylan Martin, the Family Head?"
Someone recognized Dylan Martin and quickly ran over.
