Su Ping's gaze rested on the pile of corpses.
Because it was winter, there were no signs of rot; instead, they seemed to have frozen solid at that very moment.
Due to the preceding extreme cold, the bodies had mostly stiffened.
Some meltwater trickled down the rocky cliffs, creating an indescribable atmosphere of cold and stillness.
This feeling made Su Ping slightly uneasy.
There is something strange about this place!
But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
Su Ping glanced at the others, who were still enthusiastically directing their Pet Beasts in battle. After a moment's thought, he patted Da Huang's body.
"Da Huang, go ahead and take a look. Also, be careful; don't let anything happen," he instructed.
This time, Da Huang nodded solemnly, his demeanor quite different from his previous casual and disdainful manner.
Could this fellow sense something too?
Su Ping didn't know, but he proceeded forward with the Little Crow.
