Continuing to move forward, in front of Chu Ming, many white bones appeared vaguely, scattered randomly on the ground. Some were already shattered, while others remained intact. Judging by their structure, they didn't seem human; they should be the corpses of animals.
However, the eerie thing about these corpses was the black aura surging on them, extremely wicked. Just one glance made Chu Ming feel like his mind was about to lose control, plunging into endless slaughter. It was exceptionally strange. Taking a deep breath, Chu Ming continued to move forward. Gradually, more bones appeared, and the demonic qi around him grew thicker. The spiritual power in the air, however, became somewhat turbid.
After walking for a while longer, a breeze brushed Chu Ming's face, instantly lifting his spirits. He quickened his pace while drawing his Silver Light Sword with his right hand, inner qi ready to burst forth within his body.
Whoosh!
