Whoosh!
In the countryside, a figure was hurrying along the road.
He used Qinggong, his movement technique extremely fast.
In a flash, he arrived at the edge of the village.
But what he saw was nothing but scorched earth...
"Uncle Da Luo, Sister Cuihua..."
Xun Heihu saw this scene and couldn't help but fall silent.
Although he had long known that the current age was chaotic, Martial Artists ran rampant, and common people were less than grass.
But seeing his own hometown utterly destroyed was a completely different matter.
'My hometown is like this. Even now the small mountain village where my parents are hiding... What if it happens to find itself between two third-grade Grandmasters battling, then what?'
Xun Heihu clenched his fists.
As someone who was ostensibly a fourth-grade Fetal Breath, but in reality a third-grade Bengyue Realm martial artist, he deeply understood his destructive power.
In the end, collapsing mountains was just a trivial thing!
