Through the torrential rain, Su Changsheng and Bai Cang rode billowing Demon Wind to the center of the Right Stronghold's Inner Ring.
The entrance underground was here.
"This is..."
Su Changsheng's expression shifted slightly.
Even before approaching the entrance to the underground area, he felt an aura that made his scalp prickle and threatened to freeze all the Qi and Blood in his body.
At the center of the ground, dense Death Killing Intent surged into the sky, its rising force actually holding back the rain.
Before the torrential rain could draw near, it evaporated completely in midair, forty or fifty meters above the underground area.
Countless wisps of watery white vapor had gathered all around, making it seem, for a moment, as though they had entered the Heavenly Palace.
"Quite a sight, isn't it!"
"Come on, fly higher and take another look."
Bai Cang smiled, then had Su Changsheng fly higher into the sky to look down from above.
That look shook him even more deeply.
The entire center of the inner stronghold resembled a gigantic solitary grave, its surroundings rising little by little.
It covered nearly a hundred mu.
The reason it looked like a solitary grave rather than an earthen hill was not merely the dense aura of death it gave off. More importantly, enormous objects resembling stone steles were buried in the soil.
Small coffin fragments could faintly be seen scattered through the surrounding dirt.
The soil's colors did not look naturally formed either. Its layers were distinct: one blood-red, one earthy yellow, and one an ashen white like cremated remains.
The fissure leading underground opened right in the center of this grave, its shape exactly like a tiger's claw.
The tiger-claw mark carried a biting sharpness that kept even the grave's deathly aura from approaching.