Lu Xiaobu didn't pause and stepped into the forest.
He couldn't be bothered to scavenge for spoils.
Because there was nothing to scavenge, anyway.
If there was any wealth, it had long since fled far away; why bother robbing here?
As Lu Xiaobu walked, he scrutinized his surroundings. Though he had already familiarized himself with the area outside, upon truly entering, he realized he had underestimated the environment.
The sky's blood-red hue made his mind feel somewhat muddled.
There was also an indescribable atmosphere, similar to but not entirely killing intent, seeping into his pores!
This fueled his violent emotions continuously.
Earlier, his swift killing of three people was also due to this influence; otherwise, he hadn't intended for the middle-aged man outside to witness his power.
However, unprepared for it, the aura had overtaken him, leading him to deliver deadly blows.
But dead is dead; it's inconsequential now.
