He did not look at the demon that lay on the ground, its corpse mutilated.
Su Heng instead stood up, his left hand gripping the huge sword "Ghost Sorrow," his eyes slightly squinted, warily surveying the surrounding environment.
Half of the ancestral hall had collapsed.
But there was no bright moonlight spilling from outside, nor could he see the various buildings within the earth fortress.
What he saw was only a fog-like darkness surging back and forth.
From within the darkness came strange gurgling noises and an intense, unbearable stench of rot.
It was like…
Flesh writhing, stomach acid secreting, digesting something.
Su Heng's eyebrows fiercely twitched.
He crouched down and stretched out his hand to touch the remains of the demon in the pool of blood before him.
Swish!
The moment he touched it.