Chapter 147: The Treasury and the Sanctuary

Inside the Blood Secret Realm, silence lay heavy as death. Nathaniel Urwin and the other five held their breath, watching helplessly as that Shadow Heskins butchered more than seven hundred cultivators like wheat under a sickle. Wherever the Black Mist swept past, it left only shriveled husks behind. They watched the slaughter without daring to make a sound. "Heh, heh, heh…" When the last cultivator withered into a skeleton, the Shadow Heskins licked its lips in satisfaction. The Black Mist...