These corpses, exposed in the air for many years, have become so fragile that even the hardest skulls crumbled at the slightest touch.
The two moved closer to the central area, while the thick fog ahead grew denser still.
Cultivators possessed vision beyond that of ordinary humans, capable of seeing in the night.
But within this black fog, even they felt a struggle to see.
In front of them, countless black mounds appeared, resembling solitary graves.
It was at this moment that Tang Fei's body suddenly tensed, and he felt his hair stand on end.
As an excellent hunter, he sensed danger.
It was the feeling of being stalked and coveted by an animal.
Shen Xinglan, standing beside him, also perceived the crisis, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the long sword at his waist.
Crack!
