Cang Qing was incredibly fast, his bare feet stepping out of the forest and pursuing the direction indicated by the hunting mark.
His speed was staggering, moving towards the hunting mark with such swiftness that the rugged mountains beneath his feet might as well have been flat ground.
Seven days later, Cang Qing arrived at a location where the hunting mark had lingered for quite some time.
The vast city before him had been reduced to ruins.
It seemed to have once been a city of the Exotic Region, but it was now filled with destruction and debris, having recently endured a great battle, with corpses strewn everywhere.
Many bodies were still in a running posture, their faces etched with terror, as if something horrifying was chasing them.
And their wounds were as smooth as new cuts, as if severed by something extremely sharp, their bodies cut into two yet still instinctively running, because the cut was so clean that the severed parts hadn't even separated immediately.
