As Lu Yuan's voice fell, it seemed to herald the fall of the Grave Mound Sword Tomb.
In a sense, chaos was the main theme of the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs, and the Grave Mound Sword Tomb, too, required periodic upheaval to consume the ever-growing number of Sword Ghosts.
The clouds fully obscured the sunlight, and the sound of clashing bones echoed continuously.
"Damn it, could the scene at the Grave Mound Sword Tomb also be a reflection of the upheaval of the world? And entirely different from the catastrophe of the Fire Spirit Hall?"
Li Mo took note.
Just a moment ago, a dustpan sitting in the corner of the courtyard suddenly transformed into white bone in the next instant, morphing into a grotesque and hideous Deceitful Object in the blink of an eye.
The stones piled along the roadside cracked open, brain matter oozing from within, with growing blood vessels serving as limbs propelling them swiftly forward.
