The heart of a god

Bai Yun flew back to the village in an instant. When he finally reached the village, what he saw froze him in his tracks.

The streets were littered with the bodies of the villagers. Every single one of them was lying in the streets with eyes wide open. Even though they were all killed with a slice to their throats, there were many signs of torture on their bodies. They were all tied up and their bones broke, nails and teeth pulled out, multiple cuts on their bodies and organs punctured. Not every body was the same. They were all tortured in different ways. The only thing similar was the look of terror and pleading in their eyes.

As he saw these sights, no rage overcame Bai Yun, only an eery numbness. And a feeling that it was all too familiar.