A sturdy and solid, white-gray building with lofty spires and a slight Gothic cathedral style stands in the center of the ancient courtyard, surrounded by countless bones densely scattered, with a large flock of black crows silently circling above.
It bathes in the twilight.
As if undisturbed and unentered for thousands of years.
Always giving a feeling of ancientness, decay, and ominousness.
A few people tense their nerves, ready to face the most critical battle.
"A large number of sleeping undead will awaken at night, then the temple environment will be extremely harsh, so we must kill the Corpse Witch before dark." Hang Yu gestured to the others, "Stand a little farther away."
He rushed forward and kicked open the main door.
A stench of greenish gas was released from inside the door.
Hang Yu anticipated danger, retreated quickly, and avoided it.
