The scream was piercing.
At the same time as it disturbed the mind, it also conjured a strong sense of fear in the heart.
Of course, this only applied to ordinary people.
With Xu Wendong's current cultivation level in the Foundation Establishment Stage, it didn't affect his mind in the slightest.
Simultaneously.
Waves of black Yin energy spread from the cane, covering the sky, plunging the scene into endless darkness.
Under the curtain of night, pairs of ghostly eyes flickered, watching Xu Wendong from all directions, seemingly wanting to tear him limb from limb.
"Xu Wendong, do you have any last words now?" Jiang Yuanbo's face was full of madness, knowing that Xu Wendong was a cultivator from the Eastern World, but he was aware of his third uncle's strength.
It was more than enough to kill him.
Xu Wendong looked at those ghostly eyes and softly whispered, "I don't understand, why did you kill the eighty-three people in Mo Village?"
