Mo Hua secretly dug a corner of the wall and sneaked into Black Mountain Stronghold like a ghost.
Upon entering the stronghold, a bloody, pungent smell assaulted his nostrils.
It was a mix of ancient decay and fresh blood.
A chilling cold that seeped into one's bones surrounded him.
Mo Hua couldn't help but shiver, then widened his mouth in astonishment as he took in the view.
What a vast stronghold!
Flanked by mountains on both sides, Black Mountain Stronghold lay nestled in their midst.
The wall that Mo Hua had just dug through was just a small part of the entire high wall; looking around, there were more towering walls in sight.
Besides the high walls, the enclosing mountains formed a natural barrier for Black Mountain Stronghold.
Under the cover of night, the entire stronghold looked like an impregnable fortress, and yet also like a monstrous beast that devoured men whole.
Mo Hua was deeply shocked, followed by a wave of fear.
