When Lin Feng and his three companions turned toward the altar, dusk had already washed over the coastline of the Sea of Myriad Abyss Blood. The beach, which moments before had echoed with the deafening sounds of slaughter, now held only that dark altar standing alone amid the blood-red waves. The demonic runes upon it had long since dimmed, as though all life had been drained from them. Shivering slightly in the howling sea breeze, the altar seemed to shrink back in a kind of wretched humiliation.
Mu Hongling and the others were already gone without a trace, even their lingering auras swept away by the briny wind, as if they had never been here at all. Deep within the Sea of Myriad Abyss Blood, patches of skeletons had surfaced from nowhere, floating in layer upon layer. Some were the massive talons of demonic beasts, while others were the severed limbs of humans, densely bobbing across the water's surface as they drifted with the currents toward the vortex at the center of the blood sea. The vortex spun faster and faster, tumbling the skeletons within. At times they were sucked down into the pitch-black abyss, and at others they were churned back up by the cresting waves, like countless skeletal hands struggling and crying out in accusation.
Bloody waves beat against the base of the altar with a dull, heavy thud. With every strike, tiny bone fragments slipped from the tips of the waves, blending into that churning expanse of white. In the sweet, metallic tang of the sea b…
Chapter 297