The Manor of Light was completely filled with dead bodies, and their blood had turned into a river. Cold corpses lied there one after another, each one of them were wide eyed and appeared to be filled with helplessness and sorrow.
Within one glance, there were at least hundreds of corpses, and the blood kept on flowing. Even the air was heavy with the smell of blood.
This scenery was just like the painting of hell, far too bloody and far too cruel. Ling Xian and them could only feel waves of coldness.
Ling Xian appeared to be in a decent state as his mentality was collected and tough. Thus, he merely frowned.
The other three were having a much rougher time, especially Yan Ning Zhi. She was a woman after all. Though she had always lived in the cruel Taoism community and has killed before.
This scenery before her was far too violent. Making her extremely uncomfortable.
"This… this many corpses… it's scaring me."