Su Mo spoke, but Lin Mu was no longer paying attention.
At this location, the disciples of the island's Dark Dragon Hall should have already noticed them.
Why haven't they taken action?
Were they attracted by Jiang Lan, leaving them no time to notice?
Or is there something more mystical?
As he thought about this, he heard waves of fighting and screams.
Besides the wails, there were many incredulous cries.
"You... what happened to you? Why are you killing me?"
"It's bad, someone has lost their mind and is killing randomly!"
"Old Zhang, Old Zhang... it's me! Ah!!"
Lin Mu felt a sinking feeling in his heart and wanted to run a few steps to see the situation on the island.
However, Su Mo continued with his steady pace, each step seeming to fall on Lin Mu's heart.
Though only a few steps away, Lin Mu felt as if he experienced a thousand cycles of rebirth.
After rounding a courtyard wall, he saw the disciples of Dark Dragon Hall fighting among themselves.
