Mo Hua secretly dug through a corner of the wall and slipped into Black Mountain Stronghold without anyone noticing.
The moment he entered the stronghold, a pungent, bloody stench hit him head-on.
It was the mingled odor of old rot and fresh blood.
An icy chill that seeped into the bones hung everywhere around him.
Mo Hua could not help shuddering. Then he looked around, and his mouth fell open.
What an enormous stronghold!
The mountains on either side encircled it, with Black Mountain Stronghold nestled in the middle.
The mountain wall Mo Hua had just dug through was merely a small part of the entire high wall. As far as the eye could see, even more towering walls had been built.
Beyond the high walls, the surrounding mountains themselves formed Black Mountain Stronghold's natural barrier.
The entire stronghold sprawled beneath the night sky, like an impregnable fortress—and like a colossal beast that devoured men.
Mo Hua was deeply shaken, then seized by a wave of lingering fear.
This was probably the largest Sinful Cultivator force in Immortal City—no, perhaps in all of Black Mountain Province.
If they had not investigated beforehand and had rashly called everyone over, then once fighting broke out, the casualties would likely have been devastating.
After that, Mo Hua began carefully studying the layout of Black Mountain Stronghold.
The entire stronghold was enormous, with countless buildings and rows upon rows of houses. At a rough glance, there were several hundred of them, densely packed throughout the enclosed valley.
The overall atmosphere was gloomy and sinister.
Under the dim firelight, mottled bloodstains could be seen almost everywhere—on the paths, the walls, and the pillars.
In some corners, severed limbs and remains of unknown cultivators had been discarded.
Some of the houses were inhabited by Sinful Cultivators,