As Xiao Hua spoke, he warily stepped into the hall. Yet the moment he entered, the latter half of his words caught in his throat. A chill rose from the depths of his heart, and he stood dumbstruck before the hall's entrance. What lay before him had far exceeded anything he had imagined; he truly could not make head or tail of it.
This was a hall far larger than any before it. Above its roof floated the characters "Yi One," while across the bluestone floor within lay... the blood-spattered corpses of Demon Spirit Xiao Hua! Without divine sense, Xiao Hua could not count them precisely, but a sweep of his eyes suggested there were perhaps tens of thousands. Beneath those corpses lay countless white bones as well! Who knew how many years ago these Demon Spirit Xiao Huas had died here? Every one of the dead Demon Spirit Xiao Huas stared at Xiao Hua with eyes that refused to close.
At this moment, the sole surviving Demon Spirit Xiao Hua crawled along the ground, struggling toward a corner of the hall, desperately trying to hide amid a heap of Demon Spirit Xiao Hua corpses that had long since lost all breath! He still cried out, "B-Big Brother... y-you mustn't kill me! B-Big Brother... y-you mustn't kill me!"
"This..." Xiao Hua stared at the innumerable Demon Spirit Xiao Hua corpses, his mind reeling. After a moment, he said, "Don't be afraid. I won't kill you..."
Unfortunately, by the time Xiao Hua finished speaking, Demon Spirit Xiao Hua had already breathed his last. Like the other Demon Spirit Xiao Hua corpses, his unclosed eyes fixed fiercely upon Xiao Hua, filled with terror.
"Damn it... what in the world is going on?" Xiao Hua gasped weakly, unable to catch his breath. He