Layer upon layer, like the bubbling surface of boiling water, the dark clouds surged.
The terrifying faces of various evil spirits stirred within, occasionally letting out shrills and roars.
Beneath this evil spirit cloud.
On the pitch-black and gloomy earth.
A group of people was swiftly moving forward, as their destination lay in the center of this land — the Tower of the Dead.
Throughout this journey, there was no undead blocking their way, or rather, there simply were no undead at all.
The path was clear and unobstructed, filled only with silent air.
And this group of people was Kane's party, rested and in perfect condition.
"Everyone, proceed with caution, ensure your safety, and in case of an accident, try to preserve your bodies."
Kane continued to remind the people behind him.
This time, there might not be much danger for them, but for the guild members behind him, there was considerable risk.
The members familiar with resurrection nodded knowingly.
