Miasma filled this wild region. It suppressed divine intent in a strange manner. Upon closer inspection, one would find the ground red as if soaked with blood in the back. Pieces of broken bones scattered on the ground, hidden by the grass and vegetation.

Feiyun slowed down and became careful. This bizarre place looked like a cemetery with dense nether energy and hatred. His next step splashed out blood.

“Your Excellency, we have been waiting.” Two black-cloaked cultivators walked out of the miasma.

One couldn’t see their appearance but could still sense their powerful spirit energy - two half-step Giants.

Feiyun could tell that they were part of the group that carried the palanquin earlier.

The group consisted of four men....