「An hour later,」 the satisfied non-human tribe, having finished their meal, left with a noticeably stronger aura than when they had arrived, leaving behind only dozens of stark white bones. The elite disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect, who had emptied their stomachs at the sight, followed at a distance, their faces a sickened pallor; clearly, the previous actions of the tribe had left them deeply disgusted. After a while, the three figures arrived at the remnants of the battlefield.
"Your Majesty, these are all human remains, and there are traces of teeth marks. They must have been devoured by the non-human tribes!" Wu Ming examined the scene and said angrily. Qin Wudao stepped forward, squatted down to investigate, his brow furrowed. With his keen eye, he discovered that many of the bones bore the marks of sharp weapons, and the surrounding battlefield showed clear remnants of swordplay.
