Lu Fan bent down, took Yang Zipei into his arms, and without saying a word, rushed towards the edge of the tornado area.
The sound of explosions could be heard behind everyone.
When everyone followed Lu Fan and escaped from the area where the tornado was raging, they looked back.
In the middle of the vast northern desert, a terrifying killing field formed by countless tornadoes was tearing military off-road vehicles into pieces.
Blood rained all over the sky and pieces of flesh fell from mid-air.
Most of the people here are slaves of major families and some members with low strength.
No one thought that so many people would die before they saw the true face of Ziyue Valley, without even a single corpse being left behind.
What exactly is this?
Everyone stood there blankly, looking at the nightmare scene like a slaughterhouse in front of them.
Is there really a so-called devil?
Even Jiang He, a staunch atheist, began to shake his inner concepts subtly.
The tornado group that lasted for more than half an hour finally ended.
Hundreds of military off-road vehicles were reduced to scrap in this sudden natural disaster.
Countless martial arts members died here.
Of course, many people survived.
Almost all the main forces of the ten major families are still there.
When the tornado was raging, they chose the same escape method as Lu Fan.
Although these people survived, they all looked extremely miserable.
"Is this the route the Wang family has chosen for us?"
A half-step to the strongest man from one of the ten major families looked at everything in front of him with red eyes.
"Everyone, please be patient. Everyone must gather here first and then count the number of casualties."
A majestic voice like a god suddenly exploded in mid-air.
Then Wang Changqing's figure also appeared in everyone's sight.
Dressed in black robes, he looked like a demon descending from the sky and landed steadily among the crowd.
