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In the midst of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sacrificial Altar, blood patterns covered the ground, thousands of coffins were aligned, the candlelight was dim, and the atmosphere was eerily silent.
There was not a single person.
Except for Mo Hua.
After Mo Hua had the small zombie close the gate, the mural behind him twisted and sealed off the way they had come from.
Mo Hua nodded.
This Spiritual Pivot Formation, truly worthy of being an Ultimate Formation, was much more practical than he had initially thought.
He then began to scrutinize the altar.
During the day, with Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan around, Mo Hua hadn't felt anything peculiar.
But now, at night, on his own, he felt the altar, despite its glittering gold, was much more sinister and odd, not to mention the coffins and zombies within them.
Mo Hua couldn't help feeling a bit nervous.
He calmed his mind and started to do things one by one as he'd planned.
First, he studied the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses.
