Chapter 5252

But after looking around, the two of them couldn’t find any sign of Nan Batian!

“Is this guy going to leave?” Hu Mazi said!

“No, he must have encountered something. Leave him alone for now, we will go by ourselves!”

Kai knew that Nan Batian would never leave on his own, and he still trusted Nan Batian’s loyalty.

Kai and Hu Mazi headed towards the Black Wind Mouth.

The Black Wind Valley seemed to be a corner abandoned by heaven and earth, swept by dark winds all year round.

The wind carried fine black sand, which hit the rocks with a crackling sound. From a distance, it sounded like countless wronged souls sobbing softly.

The black stone statues on both sides of the valley entrance were ten feet tall and looked like ferocious Yakshas with faint green fire in their eye sockets, as if they were staring at every living creature that tried to approach.

The statue was covered with dark red mottled marks. If you got close, you could smell a mixture of rust and rotten blood, a smell that only came from being stained with the blood of monks for many years.

At the entrance of the valley, there are steep black rock walls covered with bottomless cracks. The wind blows through the cracks, making a shrill whistle, sometimes like a woman’s shrieking, sometimes like the roar of a wild beast.

Looking up, the sky was pressed very low by thick gray-black clouds, and even the sunlight could not penetrate. All I could see under the dim sky were countless twisted rocks like outstretched ghost claws, looming in the wind.

As soon as Kai’s spiritual sense entered the valley, he felt a sticky bloody smell coming towards him. The smell was so thick that it almost solidified into substance, mixed with demonic energy to form a light red mist, which slowly flowed in the valley.

There were no ordinary valley plants on the ground, only dark brown soil. It was soft to step on, like a sponge soaked in blood. Occasionally, you would step on a sharp hard object, and when you looked down, you would find it was a half-broken bone.

Deep in the valley, a group of buildings can be vaguely seen. They are all made of black stone, and the roofs are covered with dark purple tiles, which emit a strange luster in the strong wind.

In the open space between the buildings, there were many rusty weapons and some unrecognizable tattered clothes scattered around.

When the wind blew, the clothes were lifted up like ghosts, revealing the dark brown ground underneath. It was not soil at all, but a thick layer of blood scab that solidified into a hard shell.

What makes people’s scalps tingle the most is that in addition to the friction sound of sand and gravel in the wind, there is also a faint chewing sound.

Occasionally, a vague scream could be heard coming from deep in a stone house, but it was cut off by the strong wind as soon as it sounded, leaving only a faint whimper that dissipated in the wind.

The demonic energy here is no longer purely cold and gloomy, but carries a boiling bloodthirsty feeling. Every strand seems to have been fished out of a pool of blood, clinging stickily to people’s skin, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Kai and Hu Mazi hid in a distant valley, and looked towards the valley entrance under the cover of rocks.

More than ten demon cultivators wearing black armor, holding sharp blades, glanced around vigilantly. The aura on them was at least at the peak of the fourth level of the Earth Immortal Realm. Among them, there were two cultivators of the fifth level of the Earth Immortal Realm. Their auras were heavy and condensed, and it was obvious that they were not easy to deal with.

“My goodness, this situation is more serious than we imagined.”

Hu Mazi lowered his voice and smacked his lips, “With just the two of us, let alone going in to investigate, we’d probably be discovered as soon as we get close to the valley entrance.”

Kai did not speak, but frowned slightly. He released his spiritual thoughts quietly, like an invisible net, slowly extending into the Black Wind Valley.

The demonic energy in the valley was indeed strong, but it was completely different from the cold and gloomy aura of the demon cultivators in the Evil Dao Hall who specialized in refining the soul in his impression.

The demonic energy here is more violent and bloodthirsty, with a primitive sense of plunder, as if it is always craving for fresh blood.

His spiritual sense carefully avoided the patrolling demon cultivators and tried to explore deeper to see if there were any iconic arrangements of the Evil Dao Hall.