Dark Sun Eighteen

"Dwarf Bro is right. All right, while there's still time, let's hurry."

The captain quickened his pace, leading the others swiftly toward the center of the plain.

The farther they went, the stronger the bloody stench in their noses and mouths became. By the end, even Dwarf Bro, the most determined treasure hunter among them, began to hesitate.

Fortunately, they found several broken magical artifacts belonging to Foundation Establishment cultivators along the way. Though broken, they could still be dismantled into materials and sold for a good deal of money.

This also encouraged the group to continue scavenging.

"The smell of blood is too strong. Once we cross those small hills ahead, we'll return the way we came. I'm afraid resentful spirits may have already formed in the core area."

The captain said worriedly.

"Fine."

"We'll listen to the captain."

"Whatever Brother says is fine. We've found quite a lot of good things already anyway."

No one in the group objected.

They followed the pitted ground, constantly avoiding bottomless cracks in the earth while taking care not to step on the inner walls of the deep pits.

No one knew what had blasted out these deep pits. Even after several days, touching their inner walls would still release terrifying heat of at least several hundred degrees.

The group laboriously and slowly crossed the small hill ahead. The captain had just climbed to the top and looked down.

But at that very glance, his eyes went blank. He stood there stupidly at the summit, unable even to hear his teammates calling from behind.

Seeing this, the others panicked and hurriedly climbed up to check what was wrong with the captain. Yet the moment they reached the hilltop and saw the horrifying sight in the distance below, they too froze.

"Th-this is...!?"