"We are almost there," announced Zhi Mei as she landed heavily beside BaiShe, her armor marked by splatters of Yin fluids. "But look at the ground."
Before them, the ashen earth had given way to a carpet of decomposing bodies that seemed to form a living road toward the pagoda. The corpses, some dating from the time of the Rakshasas, were still twitching, their hands reaching toward the travelers.
...
The eternal twilight of the Immortal Grave seemed to thicken with every step, transforming the plain of ashes into a quagmire of spiritual despair. The air, saturated with a Yin Qi of almost liquid density, no longer simply froze the blood; it now attacked directly the mental barriers of the three travelers. Despite this, BaiShe was rather calm...
