WHOOSH!
In the dimly lit corridor, a figure raced forward, fast as lightning, leaving only a faint afterimage.
The corridor reeked of blood. Bodies of students from various factions were strewn about; some had killed each other, while others had been torn apart by rock puppets. The sight was gruesome.
Seeing these corpses, Luo Feng's expression grew grimmer. He quickened his pace, soaring forward.
Moving at full speed, he covered four or five li in the time it took to brew a pot of tea, arriving at a fork in the corridor.
The fork led to five different corridors. From one, faint sounds of fighting could be heard.
His eyes narrowed slightly. Luo Feng unsheathed his Rage Flame Knife and dashed into the corridor.
About three to four hundred meters down the passage, seven or eight students in Azure Cloud School uniforms had surrounded three people. Several corpses lay nearby, and the air faintly smelled of blood.
