"The junior brother once cast the Ten Thousand Skill Palm here and annihilated several Innate Realm cultivators."
The Grey Robed Man followed the Karma Red Line, emerging from the depths of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, coming to a halt on a slope at the edge.
Seeing the scene deduced by the Eight Trigrams Magical Treasure, he knew the junior brother had used spells here.
He watched with an unwavering expression as the faces of those Innate Realm individuals showed fear and despair before they were crushed to death.
The Grey Robed Man's face showed no ripples, as he had seen many similar scenes along the way.
He waved his hand to dispel the scene deduced by the Eight Trigrams Magical Treasure, intending to continue tracking along the Karma Red Line.
Suddenly, he sensed something amiss and turned his head to look down, only to be taken aback.
"That village..."
