The night was deep and silent when two members of the Devil Cult were digging a pit in a small grove outside of the villa, and then they buried the members of the Jin Yuedao family.
One of the Devil Cult members couldn't help but say, "Good heavens, these people are really weak, they only lasted a short while after drinking a mouthful of blood."
Another one added, "These were supposed to be the skilled martial artists of Jin Yuedao family, with substantial power. I didn't expect them to be unable to withstand it. It seems that becoming a member of the Xue Clan doesn't solely depend on one's strength."
"Every time we catch so many people, every time we have to toil and dig pits, we end up covered in dirt," the Devil Cult member complained, then felt a faint whoosh behind him, like a breeze blowing in, but it felt different.
A cold voice came over, "Are the people you buried from the Jin Yuedao family?"