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The black skeleton turned around and looked at the young girl behind it. She was scared as hell. The skeleton grabbed her hand and walked out of the house. Outside, it found many humans rushing in its direction with weapons drawn. The commotion had already alerted the slave traders.

Lalalalalaa ah, they screamed weirdly and the more they screamed, the more the slaver traders seemed to become more powerful.

The skeleton could see their life force and it did not see any increase in power. The screaming was just a way to increase the courage and stupidity of the slave traders. The black skeleton walked to the front and faced the slavers. It brought out its battle axe and waited for the humans to rush to their deaths.

The battle was very bloody. With each swing of the battle axe, humans were cleaved in two. Screams of pain and despair replaced their earlier screams. Some tried to flee but the black skeleton was not one to let a good meal flee.

It gave chase ensuring that no one was spared. When it was done, it released its black flames and burned the corpses. The slave traders were more powerful than normal people. The skeleton was able to collect large quantities of corpse qi from them.

Still, in the disguise of the young girl's dead father, the skeleton took her hand and walked through the streets, It realized that its good time in Hundred Man town had come to an end. Since this was the case, it decided to collect as much corpse qi from the town as it could before moving on.

As it walked, the Corpse Flame spread to nearby buildings setting everything on fire. The black flames did not give off any heat but they were formidable. They did not give off light but all living beings could see them even in the dark night.

Butcher who stood in the town centre counting his new slaves looked up and when he saw the town burning, he did not know what to do next. This was because the black flames that he saw gave him the chills. He could feel malice, death and darkness in the flames. Butcher was a ruthless figure that had killed and enslaved countless of his fellow men. His heart was made of stone and his balls were larger than those of a bull. He was a fearless man up until the point when he saw the corpse flame. The thought of escaping the town grew in his heart and spread to his mind. Although he had collected a lot of slaves in the town, he was ready to leave them behind so that he could save his life.

Hahaahhaaaa, he saw hundreds of his men running back to the town centre with their tails between their legs. Some of them fell to the ground and were trampled to death by the other. It was a chaotic scene where every man was for themselves. Although the slave traders had never had much comradery to speak of, this was something Butcher had never seen before.

He did not wait for his men to reach him before he turned around and ran with all his might. He had the strongest cultivation being an Augmentation realm cultivator. His body was beyond human comprehension. He ran faster than any animal.

He ran like his life depended on it. His muscles were strained to the limit. Each footstep he took shook the ground and left it cracked.

The black skeleton walked slowly but when it sensed that its prey was too cowardly and had decided to run away instead of facing it, it was displeased.

It released its black flames with all its power.

Booom, the flames were veracious. They devoured everything in their path leaving death and darkness in their wake. The skeleton and the young girl were covered in black flames but the flame neither burned the skeleton nor the young girl. It was not that the skeleton had gained mastery over the flames. It was because the skeleton saw the young girl as a part of itself.

The two slowly walked through the town. The young girl had recently become thirteen years old but she did not cry or fear the flames that covered her body. It seemed that all that time spent with the black skeleton had warped her mind and shattered her psyche.

As Butcher ran, he could feel the flames devouring his people. The flames moved very fast and spread as though they were conscious.

Butcher turned around and what he saw made his heart latch. It was hell on earth.

The entire town was engulfed and none of his men were still around. Everything was gone. He was the only one still breathing. In the black flames, he could see silhouettes of his men dancing to the rhythm of the pain and agony. They writhed and screamed creating a scene that would make any man curse the heavens for his weakness.

"Fuck,fuck ,fuck.Why did I have to come to this backwards shit hole ?."Butcher cursed as he increased his speed to a whole new level.

This speed was harmful to his body. He could feel his muscles tearing and burning out.His body was drenched in sweat and his heart was working beyond what was ordained by nature. If he were to continue like this for a long time, he would end up burning himself out. He would kill himself.His brain had already turned off all safety measures allowing Butcher to use all the power in his body for the glorious task of running like the wind.

He threw away his battle axe and the small bag around his waist all to increase his speed by reducing his weight. The small brown bag barely had any weight to speak of but Butcher was no longer thinking logically.

When Butcher threw away his heavy axe, he indeed managed to double his speed and reached the town walls in less than a minute. He did not stop even when faced with the four-meter-tall walls. Boom,he kicked the ground with all his power and used the momentum to jump over the walls. The ground was left cracked and a large crater could be seen.

Boom, he landed outside the town creating another crater. He then continued running away and disappeared over the hills.