They were piled carelessly in the corners of the walls, like kitchen scraps.
"Those Demons!" Theresa couldn't help but curse, forced to raise the back of her hand to cover her mouth and nose so she wouldn't vomit on the spot.
"Saint Sis above… I can hardly believe this is something that happened in the Second Epoch." A Walking Knight let out a sigh he couldn't contain, silently tracing a cross over his chest, trying not to let his Spirit be shaken.
It was different from the slaughter on a battlefield.
There were no signs of struggle here.
At least on those most conspicuous corpses, there were no wounds left by any kind of fight.
"I fear even the Demons of Hell would find this… too blasphemous." Luo Yan tossed out a remark full of implication, then snapped his fingers. Countless vines stretched out from the walls, temporarily shrouding that mountain of corpses and sea of bones.
