"Interesting."
"Regardless of what this scene is testing, just this Blood Fog alone can help me indirectly verify my 'Demon-infused Bloodline Technique'.
Ning Zhuo, filled with interest, stepped into the village.
The village was deathly silent.
On either side of the dirt road were crooked straw huts with mud walls, each door and window tightly shut, some window lattices stained with fresh bloody handprints. Scattered on the road were shattered farm tools, overturned baskets, and sporadic bloodstains. In the distance, several livestock carcasses were lying beside the field ridges, shriveled as if drained of Essence Blood.
"Hah... hahaha..."
The broken door of a straw hut on the right was suddenly slammed open, and a villager with blood-red eyes and saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth roared as he lunged out! This villager was in tattered clothes, with exposed skin covered in bulging dark veins, appearing insane, claws aiming straight for Ning Zhuo's throat!
