The cave seemed to have become a massive meat grinder of blood and flesh.
Fang Qingyu, Wei Banmeng, and Jiang Wei stood back-to-back against the main node of the shimmering blue "Seashell," forming an indestructible triangle of death.
Wave after wave of Life Ghosts, attracted by the aura of the living and fluctuations of energy, surged from the massive fissures around them, howling and pouncing toward them.
Shuffling Corpse Puppets, Rotting Corpse Dogs, Bone-piercing Corpse Guards...
Each with different forms, exuding a strong aura of death and decay.
Battle had become almost the sole melody of this deathly silent space.
Fang Qingyu was like a tireless killing machine.
The Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash in his hands turned into a scythe of the Death God, every swing bringing a rain of severed limbs.
