The blood holes in the necks of the fallen men tore wider and wider, as a black bug the size of a fingernail voraciously gnawed at the flesh surrounding them.
"Ah...."
The blinded men quickly ceased their movements in agony, frantically digging into their blurred, flesh-filled eyes with two fingers, "Demoness, you're a demoness...."
"What have you done to us...."
Hiding under the table, the tea house owner was nearly scared shitless by the pitiful cries.
To his surprise, instead of the woman's tragic screams, it was the malevolent men who were emitting the shrill, agonizing cries.
"Do you know who we are? We are the Thirteen Wind Chasers, and Black Wind Mountain won't let you get away with angering us."
Su Li, hearing this, let out a cold laugh. It seemed they were not in enough pain yet—they still had the presence of mind to distract themselves with idle talk.