With the mountain stronghold's gate gone, the scene inside came into view.
The inside of the stronghold was deserted, with chaotic footprints on the ground and some bloodstains that had yet to dry.
The thick smell of blood permeated the air, causing a nauseating feeling of revulsion.
At first, Li Yanran didn't care much about it, but her expression changed drastically when she saw the eerie sight.
"Oh no!"
The next second, Li Yanran rushed towards the interior of the stronghold at great speed.
Su Tianqi and Chen Lingfeng saw this and hurriedly followed.
The hall inside the stronghold.
At this moment, the floor of the hall was covered with cleanly gnawed white bones, and the ground seemed to be stained a garish blood red by some liquid.
An old and emaciated figure, Fang Sheng, was holding something in his hands.
He desperately stuffed his mouth, the unknown red liquid dripping from his hands onto the ground.
"Not enough!"
"Still not enough!"
