The corpses must have been left there a long time before because they had turned to bones already. And even the bones seemed rotten.
From a quick look, Su Ping could see at least a hundred bodies down in the crater, mixed with occasional human skeletons. There were also a few fresh human corpses lying on top of the pile, whose blood had yet to fully condense. Not far from them, the dead body of a Silver-Winged Dragon was miserably slumped aside. One of its wings had been torn off, and its neck had been snapped in the middle. It had a giant hole where its heart should have been, but the heart was nowhere to be found.
Su Ping felt all of his hair stand on end as if a deadly monster were right behind him, breathing against his neck.
"These people must have been alive a second ago. Did they sneak inside while we were dealing with the Flame Blood Dragon?" someone asked.
