Acrid smoke hung in the air. Besides the pungent stench of blood, there was a frenzied, greedy, and utterly irrational aura of savagery. As Qin Ya walked, he came across numerous mutilated corpses. They looked as if they had been torn apart by some beast, their entrails and flesh scattered across the ground.
Qin Ya's brow furrowed deeply. 'What in the world happened in this town? How could it be so tragic?' With a flicker of his mind, his transformed Divine Thought instantly spread out like a tide: ten miles, fifty miles...
The situation within a hundred miles immediately appeared in his mind, piece by piece.
What entered his mind was an exceptionally gruesome scene. Flesh and organs were scattered on the ground like trash. Severed heads rolled about—heads of women, children, and the elderly... Their eyes radiated intense fear and despair, as if staring straight at Qin Ya through the vision in his mind.
