This is an old mountain stronghold.
The blood on the gate has already formed a thick layer, turning black from the sun and rain.
Mo Hua glanced over it, and with his naked eyes, he could see the air saturated with thick, sticky death qi.
Many people must have died here over the years.
Mo Hua released his divine sense and scanned the area, sensing the presence of over a hundred living beings within the stronghold.
Each one was enveloped in filthy murderous karma, their divine souls mottled and grimy, clearly people with blood-stained hands and sordid histories.
This is a mountain stronghold of bandit cultivators, filled with filth.
Mo Hua instinctively thought of the Black Mountain Stronghold.
The Black Mountain Stronghold in Tongxian City, hidden deep within Big Black Mountain, was funded by the Qian Family's patriarch, housing a large number of sin cultivators and evil cultivators, indulging in murder and robbery, cultivating evil skills, and amassing great sins.
