"Poof!" A mouthful of blood gushed out, and the night twilight didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Because in the huge space in front of them, there are countless monsters like giant babies, they are killing each other, scattered severed limbs and stumps scattered all over the ground, and the entire space is so thick that the suffocating smell of blood and the smell of rotting and fermenting corpses is thick.

Because of the heat of the fight, no monster discovered the existence of Night Twilight, and still struggled to separate the same kind around them into the belly, and strengthened themselves by devouring the same kind.

Nighttwilight Han restrained his breath, and even his breathing was reduced to a minimum. Cautiously stood up, moving slowly with his back against the stone wall.

"Boom!" A monster was knocked away by its own kind and fell hard to the place where Nighttwilight had just fallen, smelling fresh blood, which made the monster start to roar excitedly.

A monster roared, and all the monsters stopped fighting, and Nighttwilight screamed in her heart, and rushed towards the deepest part. The appearance of "food" is like a pack of hungry wolves into which lambs have fallen, and all the monsters begin to rush towards the night twilight.

Nighttwilight ran as hard as she could, with countless swollen thick arms behind her, and the monsters were in hot pursuit, and Nighttwilight ran away as she thought about how to get out. But before he had a thought in his head, he was blocked by a monster in front of him, and he appeared in the sky, and Night Twilight Han swung a shot violently, and the white blade of light crossed the monster blocking the way.

"That's...!" The monsters should be knocked down, revealing a narrow hole behind them. Nighttwilight's face was overjoyed, stepping over the corpse of the monster that had been cut off at the waist, turning around and swinging a blow with all his might, the bright white blade of light drawn out had approached the circle, and the arc-shaped blade of light was like the flying scythe of the god of death, reaping life wantonly in the monster group. Riding on the monster that could not continue to chase himself, with the support of the sky, his body was instantly depressed, and he perfectly entered the narrow hole.

"What is this?" Passing through the entrance of the cave, there was an unremarkable room, which seemed to have traces of life, but it had been a long time, and a thick layer of dust had fallen everywhere. Night Dusk Han looked around and found that the original owner of the room should be a man, and there were many medical books on the bookshelves in the room about dissecting human heads and restoring dantian. A few thin shirts are still in the closet, there are a few pieces of rice paper on the desk, the ink between the pens has dried up, and there are still a few words on the top piece of rice paper, and the dust is swept away by the twilight cold, and there are only a dozen words: I found that I was going in the wrong direction, and I seemed to stop experimenting.

The back is not finished, and the position of the brush is a little messy.

Seeing that there were no clues in the room, Twilight pushed open the door and walked out. If the room just now is heaven, then the place outside the room is the Shura Hell. Various torture instruments were placed, rusty and covered with reddish-brown blood. Facing the twilight of the night was a one-man tall spar that exuded an inky purple glow and a rich demonic aura. Next to it was a somewhat worn chair. On top of the chair, an iron helmet suspended in mid-air came into view, densely covered with countless thin silk threads connected to the hedron full of demonic energy.

As soon as Nighttwilight's fingers touched the helmet, he felt a strong suction, and his fingers were tightly attached to the helmet, and the spar was full of light, and a steady stream of demonic energy passed into the helmet through the silk thread, wanting to burrow into Nighttwilight's body.

"Bang!" A small hand reached out and held the helmet, and Night Twilight suddenly felt that the suction power decreased, and withdrew his hand, and the red breeze hugged the helmet on the side, enjoying the moisture of the demonic qi very comfortably.

A worn-out pamphlet under a wooden chair caught Nightfall's attention, and she carefully picked it up and opened it, detailing everything about this mad experiment. The Holy Child Sect actually used children to experiment, injected demonic energy into their bodies, and created countless bloodthirsty and man-eating monsters, in a vain attempt to form an army of monsters.