Chaos reigned in the Human Flesh Valley.
The tightly packed stone huts, linked together like a beehive, each space so small it allowed only one person to lay flat.
The demon cultivators claimed huts through their cultivation level, but the ordinary humans had to squeeze several people into one hut.
Beyond the suffocating crowding, they constantly faced imminent doom from above, not knowing when a horde of evil ghosts would invade and snatch away hundreds.
Though they didn't know where the hundreds were taken, once captured by those ferocious and sinister evil ghosts, no one ever returned. Clearly, their fate did not bode well.
Thus, everyone in the Human Flesh Valley lived in dread, constantly on edge.
Even within the Inner Valley, some despicable individuals took advantage of the chaos to loot and do evil, further fueling the disorder.
At that moment, within one stone hut, Beiming Xue sat, her face filled with sorrow.
