Wu Dao's guess was correct.
Zhao Wei hadn't returned all night. His fate was unknown.
After an anxious night of waiting, the three Boxers left behind in Pan Shui Town—Zhang Long, Li Hu, and Cui Mountain—finally realized something was wrong. They rushed into Canyun Mountain before dawn.
Three Boxers.
All of them were masters at the Peak of Internal Strength. Their Leg Strength, Eye Power, and Perception Power far surpassed those of ordinary people, and they quickly found the tracks left by the group the previous night.
With uneasy hearts, the trio followed the trail. Just as the sky fully brightened, they finally reached the forest battlefield from the night before.
The choking stench of blood.
It filled the air again as the wind passed.
The ground was littered with severed limbs and dismembered torsos. Most belonged to Red Armored Bat Foxes, but human fragments were mixed in among them!
"A disaster..."
