"Pfft!"
Blood splattered as a head went flying.
Screams and cries of terror mingled together as people desperately clutched their heads and fled, cursing their parents for not giving them extra legs.
The scene was littered with corpses, rivers of blood flowing.
Qin Yi sat on a piece of bluestone, his expression unwavering.
How many waves has it been now? The seventh or eighth, he couldn't remember clearly.
They've been traveling for more than ten days now. Although they avoided the cities this time, these people were still able to track them like bloodhounds.
Qin Yi rarely made a move, because those chasing them were fools blinded by money who were essentially sent to die. There were hardly any skilled ones among them, and from start to finish, he almost never acted since very few were worthy of his effort.
It was only now that he truly understood the vastness of the Deserted Domain.
