A pair of feet.
Gently landed.
Stepping on the finely broken white sand.
The entire world was shrouded in a persistent fog.
Wu Xiaode opened his eyes and looked around.
Or should I say—
The Evil Spirit was looking around with him.
There was not a soul in sight, only giant bones scattered everywhere.
The finely broken white sand on the ground seemed to be laid out after countless bones had been ground into powder.
"Ah... so it turns out you lot have always been hindering me."
The Evil Spirit looked up angrily and said.
There was nothing in the half space, only the Book of the Dead.
The Book of the Dead displayed a line of ice crystal letters:
"Since this is the Death World, the Heroic Spirits that are helping you along with the Human Emperor on the Holy Wall have materialized."
A massive wall emerged in the Void.
The wall displayed dense figures within, their faces indiscernible, but Wu Xiaode could sense—
