The hall seemed to have no end, and the corpses hanging inside were uncountable.
In their daze, everyone felt as if they had come to the 18th level of hell and seen the most horrifying scene in the world.
The aura of death spread out, and the drooped corpses were like a string of wind chimes. When they hit each other, they let out whispers of resentful curses.
Horror descended upon the hall. Black Qi swirled around the corpses, and black lines emerged from the corpses, gradually converging into a shadow.
"Kill her ..."
"Kill him ..."
"Kill her ..."
"Kill him ..."
Countless ravings gathered together to form a terrifying demonic power that drilled into everyone's consciousness.
At this moment, song qingxiao's spiritual awareness finally could no longer suppress the appearance of the dark green token.
