The Prehistoric God-Level Understanding of the Soul-Devouring Art Begins to Destroy the Whole Family

The moment Lin Yuan opened his eyes, his nose was filled with the smell of blood. He looked down - his hands were stained with dark red blood, his clothes were in torn strips hanging on his body, and what he stepped on was not the floor, but a steaming monster corpse. Surrounded by barren mountains and ridges, more than a dozen corpses lay strewn among the dead trees and rocks. They were both human and demonic, and their deaths were miserable. "Where am I... Wearing?"