The elders died. The others were poisoned to death as well. This meant their entire group was wiped out!
Qin Feiyang stood up, glancing at the corpses around him, his gaze grew increasingly colder.
These people were, at best, just cannon fodder.
The one who truly deserved to die was the City Lord!
He sat by the campfire, swallowed a healing pill and a Bone-renewing Pill, gazing at the rising flames, lost in thought.
As time ticked by, the campfire gradually died down. The fragrant roasted wild boar was also burned to a crisp.
But Qin Feiyang was completely oblivious, as if lost in deep meditation.
Gradually, the horizon began to brighten, but there was no sun. The sky was filled with thick layers of clouds, signifying an impending storm and casting an inexplicable pall of depression.
"Huh?"
At that moment, Ling Yunfei finally awoke. He opened his eyes and gazed at the sky in bewilderment.
