The storm that swept down killed all the White ghouls that had just been born and were climbing up from the bottom of the pit.
No matter what level these white ghouls were at, none of them were too powerful. It was normal that they were unable to withstand Lu Qing's attacks.
However, the lump of meat at the bottom of the deep pit, which was the dismembered limb of the former evil demon general that kept hatching and producing those white ghouls, was different.
After the wind blades cut into it, countless wounds appeared on the lump of rotten meat.
These wounds were very small compared to the size of the rotten flesh itself, and because the power was scattered and not concentrated, the depth was not very good.
Even so, such a large number of wounds still caused the rotten flesh to have a strong reaction.
The red blood mist that filled the sky was like the blood that spurted out from the rotten meat. It swept towards the sky.
