Bronze walls, stained with blood.
On the ground lay corpses and severed limbs oozing blood.
Thanks to Gu Changhuai, the Golden Core anchoring the formation, the casualties of the Dao Court were not too severe.
Those who had died under his Wind Blade numbered in the dozens.
In this manner, as Gu Changhuai attacked from behind, Mo Hua led the way forward, navigating through countless intricate walls until suddenly the space before them opened up.
They beheld a majestic grand hall.
Bronze walls neatly encircled the area.
The hall was spacious yet empty, with twelve enormous pillars, each carved with Demon Monster patterns and thick enough for five or six people to embrace, supporting the imposing roof of the hall.
Ancient murals adorned the bronze walls, stretching dimly into the distance on both sides.
White Bone Carved Lampstand.
The eerie red candlelight cast a sinister glow over the hall.