After passing through the eerie corridor filled with blasphemer golems, the path ahead opened up suddenly. But the sight that met their eyes was even more spine-chilling than the previous corridor filled with alchemy monsters.
This was an incomparably vast, seemingly boundless graveyard.
The gray sky hung low, with no sun, moon, or stars in sight. Only a faint gleam barely illuminated this deathly silent land.
Everywhere they looked were tilted, broken tombstones, densely embedded in the charred, muddy ground like rotting teeth. Some twisted, dried-up, leafless bizarre trees were scattered around, their branches like struggling ghostly claws reaching out to the sky.
The air was thick with an overpowering stench of rot and corpses, mixed with a blasphemous aura infused with the power of faith, which was nauseating.
However, the "deathly silence" of this graveyard was utterly shattered the moment Lynch and the others stepped in!
"Creak..."
"Ugh—aah—"
"Sss—"
