At the foot of Beishan Mountain, Ye Ling and his companions arrived and immediately smelled an extremely rich scent of blood.
That scent of blood seemed as if it came straight from the depths of hell, terrifying.
They saw that the foot of Beishan Mountain was piled with bodies, some were of the elderly, and others of women…
Ye Ling's gaze swept over the scene, and the killing intent in his eyes grew even more intense!
"How many people has he killed!" Gao Quan couldn't help exclaiming in shock.
"It's not just this mountain, but also the surrounding villages have suffered at the hands of the man in white!" a cultivator spoke up.
"This damned beast!"
Ye Ling's fists were clenched tightly, his fingernails dug fiercely into his palms, a fire of rage ignited in his heart.
"Boss, I can't take this, I must go and seek vengeance against this beast!" Gao Quan roared indignantly by his side.