As nights fell, the city became even worst. As if the blood shed in the early morning was just a fraction of the bloodbath that awaited it when the darkness fell.
Howls and cries reverberated around the four corners of the city.
Feng Jiao Xue and Mo Tianze frowned when they had walked out of the underground area. The scent of metallic blood filled the air. It was thick and obvious. Even to the civilians. Needless to say for Feng Jiao Xue who is an assassin familiar with blood and a cultivator whose senses was far more enhanced. Even Mo Tianze, his keen sense of scent felt like he was inhaling blood at the way it covers the air.
"What's going on?" Mo Tianze asked as even if there is no eyes on him, he feels as if his under the gaze of a dangerous beast based on the aura that covers the city.
