(I'm checking my early-morning update! Almost all the content of the previous chapter got deleted, and I don't dare change it. I'm afraid they'll lock me up again.)
Half an hour later, in the distance, the battle involving Yu Chongshan and the others finally came to an end.
They had driven back the two high-level Soul Beasts and the group of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, but the cost had been staggering.
Of the more than ten Soul Emperors, only five remained; the rest were dead or wounded. Among the five Soul Saints, two were seriously injured, and one had died on the spot.
Fortunately, Yu Chongshan and the other Soul Douluo were unharmed. Supporting one another and panting heavily, they headed toward Yu Xiaogang and the others.
However, when they reached the edge of the clearing, everyone froze.
Yu Chongshan came to an abrupt halt, his eyes bulging like brass bells.
The other Soul Masters stood rooted to the spot, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
What... what had happened here?
The entire clearing was covered in a thick layer of dark brown, viscous muck. It glistened eerily in the sunlight and reeked so horribly it could kill a person on the spot.
An overpowering stench hung in the air, mixed with the smell of something burnt. It was practically the end of the world for the human nose.
Had they stumbled into... a "hell of human shit"?
In the center of the clearing, Yu Xiaogang was struggling to his feet, his face deathly pale and his strength completely spent.
Beside him, several human-shaped figures covered head to toe in viscous muck squirmed slowly.
Yu Xiaogang bent down and dug at them with his hands, trying to claw them out from beneath the thick layer covering them.
They