Destruction Ghost God Sect

"Jump!"

"You fuckers, get down there now!"

Amid a stream of furious curses, seven or eight ferocious, half-naked hulking men swung long Human Skin Whips, lashing the crowd before them like mad. Whip shadows flew everywhere, tearing up chunks of flesh and blood.

The people at the back were lashed until their skin split and flesh tore. Terrified beyond measure, they shoved desperately forward, while the hundred or so people at the very front had already reached the cliff's outermost edge. Half a step beyond lay a bottomless abyss shrouded in bloodlight.

Pressed hard by the crowd behind them, the hundred people in front could no longer keep their footing and tumbled over one after another. It was as though dumplings were raining from the sky; people fell into the abyss screaming without end, swallowed by the bloodlight in the blink of an eye.

Once these living sacrificial offerings fell into the bloodlight, the flesh all over their bodies swiftly broke apart and dissolved, turning into more fresh bloodlight that merged with the surrounding glow.

Only humanoid skeletons remained, falling endlessly to the bottom of the valley and becoming part of the mountain of white bones below.

Around the bone mountain stood eighteen jet-black banner flags. Hideous and terrifying ghostly creatures swam through the mountain of bones, eagerly devouring fresh yin souls one after another.

At the very top of the bone mountain stood a blood-red dharma banner fully three zhang tall. A massive spirit ghost with a single horn and an indigo face protruded more than half its ghostly body from the banner's surface, gulping down the blood clouds filling the sky as though it greatly enjoyed them.

Directly beneath the blood-red dharma banner sat a white-faced old man with the bearing of an immortal. His eyes were tightly