Chapter 351: Deep in the Blood Hole, the Ancient Altar

A blood-curdling shriek echoed from the darkness ahead, abruptly cut short. It was the third one in the last ten minutes. Fear, as cold and damp as the cave walls, seeped into the hearts of the remaining cultivators who had followed Heizle Darcy into the treacherous Blood Hole. “What… what are those things?” a young cultivator from a minor family stammered, his face pale as a sheet. His sword trembled in his hand, its sharp edge offering no comfort against an enemy they couldn't even see. No...