The lure of flesh and blood made its den, causing the number of meat-chewing "formless spirits" to increase, while the surrounding sounds were no longer "laughter," but various ghostly wails and soul screams, incessantly echoing.
As the cries and shouts echoed, the air around was actually seeping out blood.
Within the butcher's fifty-zhang radius, there were countless dense red silks spread all around.
Those red silks, like numerous tentacles, extended ceaselessly in all directions, busy with some unknown task.
However, Li Changxun saw through the mystery first.
After all, he was of the God-level under the Heavenly Dome; in terms of skill and technique, he might not be able to compete with Lu Xingzhou, but in terms of insight, he was undeniably ahead.
"Spilling blood and chopping flesh, to feast the Heaven and Earth."
