"Huff..."
The biting cold wind swept through, lifting the fallen leaves on the ground into a swirling dance before they plummeted back down.
The cultivation levels of everyone present allowed them to resist the cold wind without feeling a hint of chill. Yet, at this moment, seeing the scene before them drenched in blood and scattered with bits of red fur filled them with an unprecedented cold that pierced their bones, leaving their lips cracked and pale, shivering continuously.
"You, you, you..."
"Do you know what you've done?"
"Damn! Damn! You actually killed them all!"
"We're done for, completely done for!!"
"..."
In the deathly silence, some quickly came to their senses. They glared angrily and despairingly at Mu Jinyu standing in the midst of the massacre, pointing at him with trembling hands and continuously accusing him.
"What? The foreign tribe humiliated our people in broad daylight, and I'm supposed to stand by and smile obsequiously like you?"
