A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
A mountain of white bones.
Rivers of Blood!
Although these were all phrases commonly used throughout the Demon Realm when describing certain great battles, Lin Bai still couldn't help but tremble inwardly when he truly saw the bones piled as high as mountains.
If it had been any other martial artist with an unstable Dao heart, seeing this mountain of bones would likely have frightened them out of their wits on the spot.
Especially after those bones sensed Lin Bai's gaze, they all revived one after another. Green flames ignited in their eye sockets as they stood among the mountains, staring at Lin Bai, this outsider.
There was neither sorrow nor joy in their eyes. They possessed no emotions at all—cold and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.
After merely glancing at the mountains, Lin Bai hurriedly withdrew his gaze and lowered it onto the Holy Lord's Ancient Road before him.
The Holy Lord's Ancient Road was roughly thirty zhang wide. The stone bricks paving it were enormous and arranged in perfect order.
Lin Bai used the Demon Eyes to look at the Holy Lord's Ancient Road and discovered that every stone brick was densely engraved with runes and formation patterns.
By then, Xiang Li had already traversed one-eighth of the Holy Lord's Ancient Road.
Although Lin Bai had no particularly profound attainments in formations and restrictions, he had cultivated for many years after all, and had gained some understanding through constant exposure.
The stone bricks, runes, and formation patterns linked together into one whole, turning the Holy Lord's Ancient Road into an incomparably vast formation and an exceptionally formidable restriction.
"I'll be reaching the middle and rear sections soon. Let's see how I deal with them."
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