Tian Yuan Forest.
Deep within.
Qian Feng's figure darted rapidly through the woods. The deeper he went, the thicker the stench of blood in the air became.
'Why is the smell of blood still so strong...'
When he realized the blood scent was coming from the Half-Elf Tribe, Qian Feng's confident expression finally shifted slightly.
'Could it be? Did Chen Han and Barbaric Bull actually slaughter every last Half-Beastman in the Half-Elf Tribe?'
'No... Impossible!'
'Those two are just trash around the Martial Artist level. Even I, a Grand Martial Master, was wounded by the Half-Elves. How could they possibly deal with them?'
At this thought, Qian Feng couldn't help but speed up.
In just a few moments.
The dense forest before him suddenly opened up... A vast clearing lay ahead, its ground completely soaked in blood. The tents where the Half-Elves lived had been set ablaze and were crackling as they burned.
'Where are the bodies?'
'Why isn't there a single corpse?'
