Brain-rotting Insect

"I hope so." Meng Chao lowered the Golden Scythe mandible upside down and bent his back to move through the smoke and poisonous gas. 

There were not many monsters left on the floor. A small number had made it out of the darkness, but the duo easily got rid of them. 

Soon, they reached the stairs leading upstairs. 

The staircase was not wide, but it was filled with human corpses and monster carcasses. 

A moment ago, a fierce and devastating fight had happened there. 

Most of the dead bodies from the humans and monsters had either been punctured full of holes or were torn to shreds. 

There were also some people who held the monsters while they stabbed deep into their sides at the same time as the monsters' mouthpieces went through their hearts. They formed a tragic statue of silent death. 

The sea of dead bodies stretched upwards.