The pitch-black night was like the gaping maw of a blood demon, striking fear into the heart.
Corpses hung from tree branches that resembled severed arms, swaying in the wind. A strange, cold aura permeated the area.
The trees were filled with corpses—over a thousand of them.
Each body was different; there were old and young, men and women.
A cold, sinister aura clung to the face of every corpse.
Some even bore terrifying wounds.
'Over a thousand… that matches the number of corpses from the Corpse Driver.' Shen Bai narrowed his eyes, gripping Cold Moon in his hand as he gently patted Amber with the other.
Amber understood instantly. With a MEOW, it leaped to the ground and transformed into the size of a great tiger.
"I've arrived. Is this how you welcome your guests?" Shen Bai slowly approached, his eyes scanning his surroundings.
