In the room of the posthouse, Xue Wuxin's heart was struck with shock.
How can there be martial artists in the Wasteland?
Moreover, this young martial artist seemed somewhat off!
He had been preparing to leave the posthouse to go to a nearby city to kill and offer sacrifices of blood to recover from his injuries.
Suddenly, he sensed a powerful aura rushing towards the official road. The vigor of that blood energy was so strong that it alarmed him.
"A martial artist from the Inner Domain pursuing me?
"No! That's not right, why does he have such terrifying blood energy?"
Xue Wuxin was exceedingly shocked and with a move, he hid back inside the posthouse.
That powerful aura was too unrestrained, too tumultuous, and the strength of the blood energy was terrifying!
How could there be someone with such terrifying blood energy in the world?
"If I could devour his blood energy, wouldn't I instantly recover from my injuries and even become stronger?"