Inside the Ten Thousand Corpses Sacrificial Altar, blood Patterns covered the ground, coffins lined up in thousands, candlelight dim and flickering, the whole place empty and deathly still.
There wasn't a soul around.
Except for Mo Hua.
After Mo Hua controlled the little zombie to close the gate, the mural behind him twisted, sealing off the path he came from once again.
Mo Hua nodded in satisfaction.
This Spiritual Pivot Formation really lived up to the title of "Ultimate Formation"; it was far more useful than he'd expected.
Afterward, he started to examine the altar.
During the day, with Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan around, Mo Hua hadn't felt much of anything.
But now, in the dead of night, standing here all alone, he found this altar—despite all its golden splendor—much gloomier and more menacing, especially with all these coffins and the zombies inside them.
Mo Hua couldn't help but feel just a little tense.
