This is enough to show how terrifying the killer's strength was, and how cruel and skillful his methods were.

Despite her fear, Shi Yujiao rushed towards the other tents.

She inspected each tent one by one, and every time she opened one, she saw the same tragic state of affairs.

Everyone inside the tents perished; not a single person escaped.

Shi Yujiao's face turned deathly pale, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and cold sweat kept sliding down her cheeks.

At this moment, she no longer had any doubts about Fang Han's strength.

She knew all too well that they had provoked an extremely formidable opponent, one whose strength far exceeded their expectations.

Shi Yujiao stood there, stunned, staring blankly at the horrific scene before her, before she finally came to her senses after a long while.

She slowly turned her head to look at Shi Wenshan beside her, whose expression was equally grave. Her voice was filled with resentment and unwillingness as she gritted her teeth and said, "Brother, are we just going to swallow this insult like this? Those two beautiful women are truly rare gems. You desperately wanted them, but not only did you fail, you were also severely humiliated by them. Are you really willing to accept this?"

As she spoke, her fists clenched unconsciously, her nails almost digging into her palms.

Shi Yujiao paused, a hint of worry flashing across her face, and continued, "Moreover, so many of our men died this time. How are we going to explain this to Father when we get back?"

In reality, besides worrying about not being able to explain herself to her father, she was also thinking about Fang Han.

The pure and powerful aura emanating from Fang Han was incredibly attractive to her, who was practicing evil arts.

She had refined many men in the past, but their vital energy was worlds apart from Fang Han's, and they were not worth mentioning.

Shi Wenshan remained silent for a moment, his brows furrowing into a deep "川" shape, his face full of struggle and helplessness.

He sighed deeply and slowly said, "Sister, we can't hide this from Father any longer. We have no choice but to tell him the truth. As for revenge, with our current strength, we are no match for Fang Han and his group. We can only ask our master to come out of seclusion."

A resolute glint flashed in Shi Wenshan's eyes. He knew that if he wanted to defeat Fang Han and regain his honor, he had to rely on his master's power.

He and Shi Yujiao were not only the eldest young master and daughter of the Shi family in Guyue City, but they also had another identity: they were both disciples of the "Thousand-Handed Poison King," the sect leader of the Poison King Sect in Guyue City.

He secretly thought that as long as he could get his master to help, capturing Fang Han and the others would be a piece of cake.