The temple ahead collapsed with a thunderous roar, the Paradise Birds in the sky turned into fierce ghosts, the blood plasma spouted from the jade fountain, and those ivory pillars, all made of human and beast bones.
The temple transformed into Senluo Hell, a profound vortex endlessly swallowing the caravan and the mercenaries. The golden sand was like countless hellish ghost hands.
Wails and screams, that was a purgatory of the living.
"This accursed place, I have to get out of here." Zack, as if having seen the true cause of his parents' death, struggled to move, trying to escape that deathly vortex.
But his feet seemed to be stuck in the sand, difficult to move.
The vortex kept drawing nearer.
Cold sweat fell upon the sandy ground, instantly evaporated.
The Great Sword, it was this that had saved him just now. Zack's heart jolted, and he reached back to grasp the Great Sword.
"Ah," Zack screamed, as the sword heated as if melting, emitting a stinging temperature.
