In a barren mountain range twenty thousand miles from the holy city, a foul, rotting mist drifted through the valleys. There were no trees, no streams, and even the spiritual Qi was exceptionally thin.
Jiang Feng supported Chu Hanyue with his left hand while carrying Jiang Fei on his back, making his way toward a cave in the cliff face.
*Crunch!* A cracking sound came from beneath his foot. He looked down and saw a human thigh bone crushed in the dirt, snapped in two. The surface of the skeleton was covered in fine, dense bite marks, and a rusted half-dagger was jammed into its shattered spine—the standard-issue weapon of the Ghost-Slayer Alliance cultivators.
Chapter 727