Rustling sounds echoed all around.
Listening closely, one could discern the countless whispers of people.
But the content was completely indiscernible.
Or rather—
The language they used was not human.
Xiao Mengyu's expression changed, and she swung her sword toward the wall next to her.
The wall, as if made of tofu, split open to reveal a room crammed full of corpses.
Each corpse had its eyes closed, faces twisted in pain, as they rapidly and indistinctly chanted some spell.
Accompanying their chanting, streams of blood shadows emerged from the ground, ultimately converging beneath the man's feet.
"Now, it's time to get serious,"
the man said, gesturing lightly with his hand.
A dense mass of blood-colored threads appeared in the corridor, slicing towards Xiao Mengyu from all directions.
Xiao Mengyu's long sword struck continuously, blocking the blood-colored threads.
