Just as Daoist Juling and the hundreds of Longxiang Iron Cavalry reached the withered tree where the strange phenomenon had occurred, the sight before them struck them dumb, resembling a terrifying scroll of hell.
"What... what on earth is going on?!" Daoist Juling could not help but frown.
His gaze swept across the surroundings, and he saw the remains of Jianmen Pass soldiers scattered everywhere. These corpses were twisted and deformed, as if they had undergone excruciating agony before death. Even more horrifyingly, every corpse seemed to have had all its vital essence sucked dry by some invisible force, leaving them withered and reduced to mere skeletons covered by a layer of skin as fragile as paper. A thick stench of blood filled the air, intertwining with the eerie aura emitted by the withered tree to form an indescribable terror.
Chapter 179