Meng Po’s ghost fire drifted ahead to light the way. The tiny flickering orb pulsed in the thicket of Blood Mist like a pair of ghostly eyes spying on the mortal realm.
As Li Li stepped over the threshold, her boot crushed an Yinhun Worm that had been gnawing on a human brain. The creature let out a shrill, infant-like cry, which sounded piercingly harsh in the dead silence of the sect.
Black, viscous liquid oozed from the walls on both sides of the corridor. Human eyes embedded into the masonry suddenly shifted, their murky pupils locked onto her, while muffled whimpers issued from their throats.
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