The blood-colored creek flowed quietly, winding away into the distance, with no end in sight.
What ran within—who could tell if it was monster blood or human blood?
The stones lining the creek had been steeped in blood for years, congealing with a crust of dried blood paste, shimmering with an uncanny black-red hue.
Scattered around were bones of Monster Beasts, displaying bite marks—chewed by someone, or perhaps by something unmentionable.
These bones lay tossed along both banks, piled together like some ghastly White Bone Riverbank.
Mo Hua and Xun Ziyou's gazes grew weighty and grave.
So many demon bones meant the Monster Beasts slain here were truly vast in number.
And equally, it meant the Monster cultivators hidden here probably weren't few either.
At once, a single suspicion rose in both minds:
Where did these Monster cultivators come from?
Mo Hua glanced at Xun Ziyou, whose brows were furrowed tightly, and asked in a low voice:
