C437 Ancient Burial Site

As far as the eye could see, there was only one mountain of corpses without a sea of blood. Even if there had been a sea of blood before, perhaps it would have been dried up long ago.

All along the way, Yue Wuxin's footsteps were light and joyful. However, Dian Feng's heart was hanging by a thread, afraid that a Spirit Cultivator's corpse would suddenly appear, that would truly be kneeling