Without Camille’s order, Terrence began to carry the bodies on the ground.
After doing this once, he got familiar with it. The bodies on the ground quickly began to form a well-shaped triangle. However, the number of bandits on the Second Dragon post was nearly half more than that in the Third King Village. In addition, he was injured, so his speed was a little slower.
While sorting out the bodies, Terrence saw the only body of Pulse Control Realm cultivator in the Second Dragon Post. In fact, he had seen Pulse Control Realm cultivators in both Windy Whirl Citadel and the Second Dragon Post. However, as a nobody in the eyes of cultivators, he was naturally not qualified to talk with these bandits at cultivator level.
He could only look at them from a distance and secretly envied them.
The biggest feeling in Terrence’s heart was that Pulse Control Realm was so strong that they could do whatever they wanted in the Dragon Spine Mountain. But today, a Pulse Control Realm cultivator of the Second Dragon Post lay in front of Terrence, getting colder and harder bit by bit. The expression on the corpse’s face was still frozen before his death.
Different from the confusion on other bandits’ faces before they died, the bandit leader of Pulse Control Realm looked shocked and scared. The fear even made his facial features twist, and the horror in his eyes could be seen clearly even if he was dead. Obviously, before he died, he realized that Camille was also a cultivator. And, both her realm and strength completely crushed him.
Otherwise, how could he be so desperate?
After tidying up the bodies, Terrence found an open space with ease and sat down to rest. As for Camille, she took out the stone mill and ground the corpse to extract vigor.
After vigor was done, she took Caspian to the room next to her, closed the door, and treated him.
Seeing everything quieted down, Terrence looked at the bright moon in the sky and suddenly felt that the moonlight tonight seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy blood red. After being stunned for a while, he couldn’t help sighing with a wry smile.
Tonight, it was destined to be the end of the days for the several bandit villages in Dragon Spine Mountain. As for the other smaller villages and bandits, Terrence also had a hunch that this night would be the beginning of their nightmare.
At half-night, Camille came out of the wooden house. Because of the veil covering her face, even if Terrence looked at her, he could not see that the girl’s cheeks were bloodless.
Caspian, which looked like a bottomless pit, was filled with the Devil’s Blood Exchanging Technique continuously.
At this time, Camille’s body had been squeezed to the extreme. However, before she came out, Camille had already taken elixirs. She still had time to adjust her breathing while heading for the next bandit village. Moreover, for her, Caspian’s injury, after being recuperated by vigor of many bandits in the Second Dragon post, was obviously better than when he was in the Third King Village, and there was hope of his waking up.
“Next, Windy Whirl Citadel…” Looking at Terrence, Camille said lightly.
It was still as fast as lightning.
While flying quickly in the night sky, Terrence had nothing to do anyway. He couldn’t help thinking about the relationship between Camille and the unconscious man.
In the beginning, Camille said that the man was her husband. But now it seemed that it was very likely not. When she killed Stone Iron in the Three King Village, Terrence had heard from Camille that he was her brother. But if they were brother and sister, they did not look like to be in this case at all.
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
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Windy Whirl Citadel, as the largest and most powerful bandit village in Dragon Spine Mountain, was located far away from the Second Dragon Post. However, tonight, Terrence once again witnessed the power of cultivator’s magic weapon.
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