Little Ape's body was like a bottomless pit, frantically absorbing the surrounding Evil Qi. Slowly, the blood-red fur covering its body grew even more vibrant, like the color of fresh blood.
The Evil Qi grew thinner and thinner until, at last, Lin Yun could see his surroundings clearly. He stood frozen in place, at a complete loss for how to describe the scene before him.
Bones—the bones of Demon Beasts—covered the ground. A dense resentment clung to the skeletons, refusing to disperse.
'This…' Judging from the skeletons of several hundred Demon Beasts, it wasn't hard to guess that a brutal battle had once taken place here.
Among the hundreds of skeletons, a dozen or so of them made Lin Yun's scalp tingle. 'To think they still hold such immense resentment after death… In life, they must have been beings that surpassed even Tier Three Demon Beasts.'
