Three days later, at Black Grave Mound.
This was the seventh Black Grave Mound that Lu Ran and the others had seen.
Looking around, the little hill was dotted with mounds of earth, with tombstones standing crookedly.
This special terrain really resembled a chaotic burial site!
The night wind, when passing through here, turned into gusts of a chilling breeze.
Additionally, black lanterns floated about the graveyard, creating an even more terrifying scene.
"Kill!"
At the path lit by torches, Deng Yutang roared.
Fear?
The word "fear" simply did not exist in the dictionary of the Red Turban Believers!
Retreating ten thousand steps, even if there were indeed ghosts in this graveyard...
Amidst Deng Yutang's impassioned Battle Roar, everyone had the courage to take up arms and charge!
Blessed with the Red Turban, nothing was taboo.
With the great banners fluttering, just get it done!
