Hidden in the crack under the tower, the smell of rot was so strong that people would subconsciously cover their noses to prevent vomiting.
The monster's lair was indeed filthy, no different from a pig's pen.
The environment was even dirtier, with bones and filth all over the ground, which should be the monster's feces.
Fortunately, the space was very large, and it was not like this everywhere. Some places were still clean, only covered in dust.
More than a dozen coffin-like objects were rudely overturned on the ground, and their bones were thrown everywhere.
The surrounding walls were painted with strange and eerie patterns. Under the light of the fire, the people in the paintings seemed to be peeking, and a strange smile appeared on their lips.
A few huge rats were frightened by the fireballs and let out screeching screeches. They hid in a dark corner and looked at Tang Zhen and the others with brutal eyes.
