Strips of black gas had sealed every corner of the hall like huge decaying blood vessels. They covered every wall and even the Golden body of the Buddha statue in the middle.
The light of Buddha had been drowned to death. The once kind and gentle Buddha statue now looked sinister and ferocious under the twining of the black vines, like an evil ghost from hell.
Above the towering Hall, dried corpses hung like wind chimes, gathering resentment.
They seemed to sense the arrival of the two great mages, and at the same time, they let out a deafening cry for help.
The thick black tentacles on the ground moved, trying to get closer to the two mages.
The monk with red hair and beard had not realized the danger of the situation and was worried about the future of heavenly Dao temple.
"Senior brother ..."
The old monk walked without saying a word, as if he was sleepwalking.
