<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5252</h2>


    But after searching everywhere, the two couldn’t find any sign of Nan Batian!


    “Could this guy have left?” Hu Mazi asked!


    “No, he must have run into trouble. Leave him alone for now, let’s go on our own!”


    David knew Nan Batian wouldn’t leave on his own. He still trusted his loyalty.


    David and Hu Mazi headed towards the ck Wind Pass.


    The ck Wind Valley seemed a corner abandoned by heaven and earth, perpetually swept by inky winds.


    The wind carried fine ck sand, crackling against the rocks with a crisp sound that, from afar, sounded like the soft sobs of countless wronged souls.


    The ck stone statues on either side of the valley entrance stood ten feet tall, resembling ferocious yakshas, their eyes zing with faint green fire, as if gazing intently at every creature that approached.


    The statue was covered in dark red mottled marks. Up close, one could smell a stench of rust and decaying blood, the scent of years of saturation stained by the blood of monks.


    Beyond the valley’s mouth, steep ck rock walls, riddled with deep, bottomless cracks, blew through with wind, emitting a shrill whistle that sometimes resembled a woman’s wails, sometimes the roar of a wild beast.


    Looking up, the sky was pressed low by thick, gray-ck clouds, barely allowing even a sliver of sunlight to prate. All that could be seen in the dim light were countless twisted rocks, like outstretched ghostly ws, looming in the wind. As


    soon as David’s consciousness entered the valley, he felt a thick, bloody odor assault him. The aura was so thick it seemed to solidify, mingling with demonic energy to form a pale red mist that slowly drifted through the valley.


    The ground was devoid of the usual valley vegetation, only dark brown soil. It felt soft to the touch, like a sponge soaked in blood. asionally, one would step on a sharp, hard object, only to find a broken bone upon lowering their head. Deep


    within the valley, a cluster of buildings loomed, all constructed of ck stone, their roofs covered in dark purple tiles, which shone eerily in the strong wind. In the open space between the buildings, rusted weapons and unrecognizable remains of clothingy scattered.


    The wind blew the clothing up like ghosts, revealing the dark brown ground beneath. It wasn’t soil at all, but a thickyer of blood crusted into a hard shell. Most agonizingly, the wind carried, along with the grinding of gravel, a faint chewing sound. asionally, a muffled scream could be heard from deep within a stone house,


    only to be cut off by the strong wind, leaving only a faint whimpering sound that faded away in the wind. The demonic energy here was no longer purely chilling but carried a scorching, bloodthirsty intensity. Each strand seemed to have been plucked from a pool of blood, clinging clingingly to skin, sending shivers down one’s spine.


    David and Hu Mazi, concealed in a distant valley, used the rocky cover to peer toward the valley’s entrance. Over a dozen demonic cultivators d in ck armor, sharp des in hand, scanned the surroundings with vignt eyes.


    Their auras were at least those of peak-fourth-grade Earthly Immortals, and two fifth-grade Earthly Immortals were among them, their presence heavy and dignified, clearly no easy task.


    “My goodness, this situation is even more serious than we imagined,” Hu Mazi muttered, clicking his tongue. “With just the two of us, let alone exploring, we’d be discovered the moment we even approached the valley’s entrance.” David remained silent, his brows furrowed.


    His spiritual consciousness quietly unleashed, like an invisible, slowly extending into the ck Wind Valley. The demonic energy within the valley was indeed dense, but it waspletely different from the cold, soul-refining aura of the demonic cultivators of the Evil Path Hall he remembered.


    The demonic energy here was more violent and bloodthirsty, carrying a primitive sense of predation, as if constantly craving fresh blood. His divine sense carefully avoided the patrolling demonic cultivators, attempting to probe deeper to see if there were any of the Evil Path Hall’s signature features


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