The light cast a bleak, white glow over the entire construction site, while pieces of machinery were rumbling incessantly. Around the construction site stood hundreds of humanoid figures.

This wasn't an urban area. In fact, it couldn't even be referred to as the outskirts of a city. There was tall thatch stretching as far as the eyes could see in all directions, yet all of the thatch within 100 meters of the construction site was inky-black, as if ink had been spilled onto the area. Even further away, several dead trees could be seen, and countless red-eyed crows could be seen perched all over all of the trees.

A pristine white bone spike that was covered in blood punched through the chest of a young Taoist priest, whose lips were trembling as he gripped tightly onto the bone spike, as if he were trying to arrest the flow of his own fading life force.

The owner of the bone spike was a thin and pale man with a head of long hair. He was completely expressionless, and it looked as if killing a human were no different to killing an ant to him. The young Taoist priest threw up a mouthful of blood, yet there was no fear on his face whatsoever as he scoffed in a trembling voice, "What a pathetic existence you are..."

The long-haired man instantly squatted down before...