Chen Ke walked alone through the tunnel, where the stone path twisted and turned upwards. Under the dim blue candlelight, the tunnel was filled with the corpses of priests, as if the entire Black Ring Sect had been massacred.
In such a narrow space, it was impossible to wield a longsword with both hands, and the fatal wounds on these priests did not appear to be caused by swords or knives.
Although the corpses in the chapel were not exactly intact, compared to the ones in the hallway, they were at least recognizably human-shaped. Now, as Chen Ke advanced, the corpses of the priests at his feet became increasingly ghastly to behold.
Beyond the severed limbs and arms, the corpses up ahead had essentially turned into mince, and the smooth stone floor had become slippery with blood and entrails. Further on, even the sconces on the walls had been scraped off by something.
It seemed as if some enormous creature had writhed through this tunnel, crushing everything in its path.
