The moment such a scene unfolded, even though Zheng Yi was mentally strong and prepared, he still got startled.
He held the Soul-Catching Banner in his hand, enveloped in thick black mist, only then dared to cautiously step inside.
A cracking sound came from beneath his feet; he had inadvertently stepped on and broken a couple of bones.
This place was littered with bones, countless people had died here. Their flesh mysteriously vanished, leaving only scattered skeletons, making it impossible to step without treading on bones. Even after all this time, the chilling Evil Qi lingered, forming a deathly miasma.
Fortunately, Zheng Yi was a cultivator, with a strong physique and Spiritual Power to protect him. Otherwise, if an ordinary person came here, they would have long been invaded by the Deathly Miasma, akin to poisoning.
Zheng Yi continued forward, wading through piles of bones, until he reached the altar. There, he beheld the most brutal and cruel scene he had ever seen.
