He immediately withdrew a distance back, then peeked again at intervals. Fortunately, the giant corpse did not linger and did not head towards Wang Yu, but instead parted the trees and entered the dense forest, casually hammering down the living corpses on the path ahead.
Only then did Wang Yu lean out, picking up six or seven Storage Pouches from the mix of mud and blood.
Proceeding along this path, as the muddy mountain trail gradually hardened and turned into a stony hillside, and as the dense forest on both sides receded, Wang Yu estimated from the corpse fragments he saw and the slaughter scenes he witnessed that around one to two hundred cultivators had already died.
But the danger had just begun; this was only the entrance, the first dozen or so miles of the mountain road.
By this time, the Moon Hooks had already sunk, and morning light rose. However, the expected warm sunshine did not arrive, blocked by thick Cloud Miasma, leaving only a bleak, pale light.
