What is this thing?
Zhang Kui felt his skin crawl.
Those are not Incense Fire Gods, but Ancient Divine Spirits with flesh and blood bodies, their physical strength immense, their divine might unfathomable.
Yet they have all turned into desiccated corpses, decayed like earthen sculptures, even their armor is riddled with rust, devoid of any Spirit Light.
The only extraordinary thing is the sacrificial altar, which presents a fossil-like color, with countless blood-red talismans carved on its surface, forming a perfect circle with a bluestone base below.
Hmm?
Zhang Kui noticed something unusual, the left side of this grotto heaven seemed to have collapsed, several broken Divine Spirit corpses littered the ground, revealing a pitch-black void, with a portion of a black ship's stern protruding from it…
Dragon Bone Ship!
Unexpectedly, it's actually here.
While he was observing, the group of demons was also staring at the grotto heaven, faces filled with both greed and hesitation.
