Countless corpses were piled up into hills, and the land was soaked in black blood. Rotting carcasses laid messily amongst the pale bones, colorful guts, silvery-white tendons, and tangled hairs, emitting a sickening stench that filled the air. Even hell would never have such a horrible scene.
Bubbles, big and small, kept popping on the surface of the vast blood lake, as if a burner were heating it from down below. The strong smell of blood lingered in the air, so thick that even the wind could not blow it away. They had condensed into a pale red glow in the atmosphere, and vaguely, countless twisted figures could be seen struggling inside, accompanied by pale faces that emerged and disappeared from time to time. The souls of the deceased were screaming and roaring wildly, but no sound could be heard.
