As the darkness inside the temple was driven away by several puppets, Lin Bai and the other three saw an extremely horrifying sight within.
Even Lin Bai and the Aloof Swordsman could not help drawing in a sharp breath when they saw it.
At the four walls of the temple, which had originally been shrouded in darkness, white bones lay strewn haphazardly across the floor.
Every skeleton looked as though it had been dead for many years, with not the slightest trace of flesh remaining upon it.
These skeletons had originally been hidden in the darkness inside the temple. If the puppets had not driven the darkness away, Lin Bai and the others would never have been able to see them so easily.
"How could there be so many bones?"
"Oh, heavens!"
The young man and the courtesan of Red Candle Hall covered their mouths and cried out in alarm.
There were far too many bones for only three or five people. At least several hundred martial artists had died inside the temple.
The entire divine temple was like a gigantic mouth, devouring every martial artist who entered it.
They were not much different from Lin Bai. The robes on their bodies were clean and tidy, and no foul, rotten stench came from them.
The Aloof Swordsman knew that fighting their way out was not a wise choice, but it was their only option. Otherwise, were they supposed to simply sit around and wait for death?
The Aloof Swordsman guessed that they had entered some dangerous place near Four Gloom City, but he had yet to figure out exactly where it was.
"If we hadn't entered this divine temple, where else could we have gone?"
According to his speculation, the figure in the white mist bore no ill will toward