Despite the twists and turns in his life, Lu Qingshan had ultimately embarked on the road to Giant Bear City once again.
"Just a few dozen miles ahead, there should be a small Human Race tribe called the 'Bei'," Lu Qingshan muttered as he checked the map, "Once we reach the Bei tribe, Giant Bear City will be near."
He continued on his way, but as he was about to approach the small village of the Bei tribe, Lu Qingshan's expression suddenly changed.
He smelled a pungent odor of blood.
Hurriedly, Lu Qingshan increased his speed, streaking through the sky as a radiance, heading straight for the small tribe.
Looking down, he saw a small oasis that could probably support a few hundred households, maybe a few thousand people.
But at that moment, the usually bustling oasis was deadly silent.
The earthen houses had collapsed, debris scattered everywhere, with startling dried bloodstains everywhere, and what met the eyes was too dreadful to behold.