Mo Hua had stealthily dug through the wall and, like a ghost, unnoticed, slipped into Black Mountain Stronghold.
Upon entering the stronghold, she was immediately assaulted by a pungent, blood-soaked odor.
It was a blend of stale decay and the fresh sharpness of blood.
A bone-chilling cold permeated the surroundings.
Mo Hua couldn't help but shiver before she looked around, her mouth agape in surprise.
Such a vast stronghold!
Flanked by embracing mountains on both sides, Black Mountain Stronghold lay nestled in the midst.
The piece of the wall that Mo Hua had broken through was just a tiny part of the entire tall structure that stretched before her eyes, with more towering walls constructed all around.
Beyond the high walls, the surrounding mountains acted as natural barriers for Black Mountain Stronghold.
The entire stronghold lay under the cover of night, resembling an impenetrable bastion, almost like a monstrous creature that devoured people.
