C466 I Am Not Afraid of the Vermilion Bird

Suddenly, a pair of cold eyes appeared in the fog, Those eyes stared at him like he was looking at a prey, and then. . . A strange scene flashed in front of his eyes. He saw incomplete corpses or people. They were covered in blood as they pounced on him, their rotten and shriveled faces. . . Empty eye sockets, ghastly white hands. . . It was as if he had come from the 19th level of hell