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Underneath the skylight, there was complete darkness.
This darkness was not just a lack of light; the air also contained some dark elements.
But it was very obscure, mixed within a very turbid aura, which due to its age, had almost fused together, making it difficult to analyze.
When Hanhai Chaoyi descended, she sensed this terrifying aura and was almost dazzled by it, so she set up a barrier in mid-air to shield herself from the disturbance of demonic energy.
After landing, the spherical barrier stirred up a faint dust on the ground, and with a turn of Hanhai Chaoyi's palm, a light ball illuminated her first sight.
What she saw was... a corpse hanging in mid-air.
Dried flesh, black and red, without a stench, only the scent of ancient decay.
Just like sausages in a large basement, hundreds of them, densely packed, without a single movement.
Hanhai Chaoyi remained indifferent, her cold gaze sweeping over these seemingly frightening hanging corpses.
"Skinning?"
