The young Jiang Yuan had experienced the destruction of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Many years later, this might become a significant chapter in his life experiences.
But, for now, he had no interest in thinking about these things.
"Jiang Yuan, your injuries have not fully healed yet. What are you looking for?"
Lin Xiaoxiao, supporting the staggering Jiang Yuan, admonished.
"Are they all... all dead?"
Jiang Yuan seemed somewhat dazed. Even as a genius from the Demon Control Department, he had never experienced such a brutal war nor witnessed such a tragic massacre.
This battle had a profound effect on him.
Hum...
Suddenly, as the mountain wind swayed, Jiang Yuan's expression changed, and he seemed to see a streak of black qi flashing in his vision.
He abruptly raised his head, only to see a figure standing on a big blue stone not far away—a thin body enveloped in a vague blackness, as if blending with the dark night, seemingly cloaked in a large cape.