As they entered the cathedral, a thick stench of blood and burnt flesh rushed into his nose.
Gu Qing Shan scowled and looked around.
Every wall was full of evil creatures that still haven't completely sunk inside, still struggling to escape.
They couldn't die so they could only struggle forever within the flow of constant lava.
The evil creatures all had pained and desperate expressions on their faces with their mouths opened wide, trying to scream.
But they couldn't utter a single sound.
The cathedral had taken away their voices as well.
This terrifying silent spectacle could be seen on every wall of the cathedral no matter where one looked.
The middle-aged devil noticed Gu Qing Shan's gaze and smiled: 「 The ones that like to play things sneakily never end up well, what do you think? 」
"A day without doing sneaky things is a day of torture for every fiend and devil" Gu Qing Shan replied.
