In the place connected to the Wild Mountain Cave, there was a huge underground karst cave.
By the light of the torches, Zhong Shenxiu could see one colossal stalagmite after another, looking as if flowing stones had solidified, displaying the natural splendor of ghostly craft and divine skill.
However, at this time, this magnificent scenery carried a sinister hue.
One by one, black-haired Demon Apes with red eyes were bound to the stalagmites, their arms and legs broken into unnatural positions as if they were sacrificial offerings to the Evil God.
They were already corpses, their bellies slit open, with intestines spilling onto the ground.
"Amitabha... sin upon sin!"
Seeing this scene, Jing Fan immediately brought his hands together and silently recited sutras for their souls' deliverance.
"Dharma!"
"Dharma!"
In the darkness, that voice became increasingly resonant.
