Wang Xiaoqiang's words brought some relief to Little Zhang's heart, and the two flew quickly together. Finally, after a moment's effort, they flew into the Yin Corpse Mountain Range. The eerie wailing sound they heard earlier grew increasingly intense and dense, sending chills down their spines.
The Yin Corpse Mountain Range, with its steep peaks and sharply pointed summits, appeared distant and menacing in the night. Though it was a clear night, for some reason, the Yin Corpse Mountain Range was pitch black, shrouded in mist, almost impossible to discern with the naked eye.
In fact, this was due to the miasma.
The Yin Corpse Mountain Range had many mountains and valleys, and its valleys were particularly deep. Within those valleys, countless graves were spread out, densely packed, almost resembling endless funeral grounds.
And indeed, they were burial grounds.
