Though they had stood at some distance before and the sight had been unclear, now, standing right before them, Lin Yu saw everything with agonizing clarity. The mangled corpses lay in a gruesome, shattered heap, severed limbs and broken torsos tangled at chaotic angles. Some arms were twisted, hanging by unnatural joints; some legs had been brutally hacked off, jagged white bone protruding through blood-soaked flesh; while other bodies were cleaved cleanly in two, spilling entrails across the ground and releasing a sickening, pungent stench.
The horrific spectacle was enough to curdle anyone's blood. Lin Yu felt a violent churning in his stomach, and he nearly vomited again. His eyes widened, his pupils constricted sharply, and his breathing grew ragged and frantic. "This... this is too terrifying!" he cried out in terror within his mind, wanting to look away and never gaze upon it again, yet his feet seemed nailed to the earth, unable to move a fraction. Cold sweat beaded thickly across his forehead, streaming down his cheeks, and his lips trembled involuntarily.
Lin Yu's hands shook like leaves in a gale as he fumbled clumsily to pull the stopper from the bottle in his grasp. His face was ashen, drained of all color as if coated in a layer of frost, while heavy drops of sweat rolled ceaselessly from his brow, falling one after another like beads from a snapped string.
Chapter 145