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Gu Chaoyan had encountered individuals from the Undead Race previously, and due to her preconceived understanding, she didn’t react as intensely as the other disciples. Nevertheless, the mere thought of the Undead Race’s presence in Xuhai City triggered a strong sense of disgust within her.
The revelation of the existence of such a clan caught them off guard.
Suppressing a shiver, she ventured into Xuhai City, clutching her white jade sword.
Upon entering Xuhai City, the reality starkly contrasted with Gu Chaoyan’s expectations.
Surprisingly, there were no signs of the Undead Race on the streets, not a single one. Strikingly, the city appeared devoid of any inhabitants whatsoever.
A profound silence enveloped the area.
This eerie emptiness only escalated her fear.
An air of uncertainty hung over their next course of action.
Gu Chaoyan meticulously assessed the situation within Xuhai City.
Then, with an air of nonchalance, a disciple from the Unparalleled Sect remarked, “I was prepared for a terrifying encounter, yet there’s no one in sight! It seems the Undead Race remains ensnared by the witch’s sorcery, confined to a 500-meter radius.”
“Perhaps the formidable local creatures have kept the Undead Race at bay, prompting our undue concern.”
“The local creatures indeed present significant challenges.”
As these words escaped the disciple’s lips, a palpable wave of relief washed over the other disciples.
The conspicuous absence of inhabitants led Gu Chaoyan to believe that matters were being oversimplified.
As the disciples were finally letting their guards down…
Abruptly…
Movement caught their attention.
A piece of fabric was drifting through the air.
A single glance revealed that it belonged to the Moon Sect.
Although they had initially spotted some members of the Profound Moon Sect, their presence hadn’t been apparent since entering Xuhai City. What was the significance of these garments being here?
Trouble loomed, a shared thought among them all.
“The Undead Race, they’re essentially humans stripped of their skin. Now, with the Moon Sect disciples’ clothes here, could it be… when the Undead Race flays people, they have no use for clothing!” Di Hongyun’s exclamation reverberated, his fear evident, as if facing imminent flaying himself.
Di Hongyun’s words sent shockwaves through the disciples of the Supreme
Sect.
Was this truly plausible?
Amid their mounting panic, a distant, unceasing scream pierced the air.
“Are they being skinned?” Di Hongyun’s voice cracked again.
“Run!” a Supreme Sect disciple shrieked, caught in a frenzy of fear.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0/v3l--B1n.
If the supposition held true, it signaled the revival of the Undead Race within
Xuhai City. Faced with an unconquerable force within the city and the grim fate of the Moon Sect disciples, fleeing seemed their sole recourse to avoid a similar end.
With urgency fueling their steps, the disciples of the Supreme Sect bolted in retreat.
“Halt right there!” Gu Chaoyan’s tone was laden with seriousness.
A gnawing sense of unease gripped her.
The abrupt appearance of the Mystic Moon Sect disciples’ clothing raised alarms. Even if the intention was to flay them alive, the Undead Race wouldn’t likely broadcast it so blatantly.
The situation was veering off course, her instincts screamed.
Yet, the entreaties of Gu Chaoyan fell on deaf ears within the Supreme Sect disciples. In a panicked scramble, they were fleeing.
Amid the chaos, Di Hongyun remained at Gu Chaoyan’s side.
But the disciples who had fled were now conspicuously absent.
“Junior Sister, what’s unfolding? Where have they vanished?” Di Hongyun shouted..
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