Fang Hao was surrounded by the undead every day.
He had also done his fair share of grave digging and tomb entering.
But the scene before him truly startled him.
It wasn't the fear of corpses, nor was it the disgust at the flesh and blood around him.
It was that the scene made one's heart tremble, extremely unaccustomed.
He was even more unable to guess what these demons were up to.
Inside the mountain, a large hole had been hollowed out.
The white muscles, like vines crawling over the rock walls, were filled with human grapes.
He suppressed the tension in his heart.
Controlling the Thunder Spirit, he continued to fly toward the belly of the mountain.
Besides the eerie quiet, there was peace inside.
The interior was still filled with various corpses, mostly orcs and humans.
Even a few, distinctly dressed as transmigrators, could be seen.
They too were hung upside down from the ceiling, but their bodies were dried up, obviously having been dead for a long time.
