Despite the escape speed of the many disciples being less than satisfactory, there were still a good number of disciples who lost their lives. In an instant, the ground within the Hundred Thousand Mountains was littered with corpses after they had fled.
"What's the panic for?"
The voice that erupted like thunder was all too familiar to Long Yan; it belonged to Elder Xuehe. If it were not for Elder Xuehe, Long Yan might never have ventured into the Swamp of Death, nor would he have been able to trigger the Thunder Tribulation Body Refining. Recollecting this, he couldn't help but sigh at life's unpredictability.
"Ancestor Master, the Human-faced Birds, they are Human-faced Birds."
It was evident that there were disciples of the Blood Sect among them. The voice calling out to Elder Xuehe carried a crying tone, which made the latter's eyebrows furrow in dissatisfaction. Human-faced Birds? Here? Are you feverish or delirious?
