Bang! Bang! Bang!...
In a long stone corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly, countless wooden doors were lined up. At that moment, all the wooden doors simultaneously opened, and countless pure white children walked out, tilting their heads in unison to look at Aiven.
"Uncle, come play with me!"
Even an ordinary person witnessing such a scene would only feel a creeping dread rather than the children's innocence.
Aiven's face turned pale. He knew very well these countless children, which couldn't be counted at a glance, were likely the food devoured by Baba Yaga over at least the past five hundred years!
They not only lost their lives, but their souls were also eternally entrapped here.
"Baba Yaga, this old witch, is no less harmful than an Evil God."
Previously, he and the old witch were both swept into a riotous spatial turbulence.
