Countless figures wrapped in bandages, draped in blood-red robes, crawled out from the earth of Houtu.
They spread like worms, like ants, like snakes, all the way to the foot of the mountain.
Those on the high mountain were not ordinary mortals, but great cultivators with extraordinary abilities.
They could see far, especially Sword Master Yu, whose Divine Sense could cover thousands of miles.
He saw those red 'figures' tainted by Yin Soil, exuding a damp and cold sticky aura.
It was as if they had just crawled out from the ten-thousand-mile deep Great Filth Land beneath the earth.
Even the distant horizon was dyed red, death everywhere in all directions.
The eerie and ghostly green moon hung high in the clouds above, casting a faint underworld-colored light upon the earth, while black crows cawed and flew about wildly.
"This is…" Sword Master Yu saw the ghostly things walking below and his eyes shrank in horror.
