"Next, we enter the Undead Hell."
Upon saying that, Wen Ping glanced around the dense forest, fixed his gaze on a towering ancient tree not far away, leaped up, and disappeared into the lush foliage.
Situ Xiuneng stood below.
Hei Yu was above.
Under their protection, a quiet environment appeared, ensuring they wouldn't be disturbed by any Demons.
At this moment, Wen Ping's Spiritual Power entered the Undead Hell.
As soon as he entered the Undead Hell, the familiar aura of death hit him, far more intense than the aura of death exposed when the Devouring Beast appeared.
In the boundless darkness where one couldn't see their own hand, every corner seemed to be filled with unsettling presences.
Although this was his second visit, the feeling still made Wen Ping slightly uncomfortable, as if Death itself was standing behind him, pressing a scythe against his head.
After pausing to steady his mind, Wen Ping began to extend his spiritual power outward, starting his hunt for prey.
