Hearing the Demon Lord's words, Wen Yu thought for a moment, then gently nodded and walked forward.
The muddy blood mixed with submerged corpses, like a swamp, made walking difficult—not just physically but psychologically too. To be honest, Wen Yu had never seen so many corpses!
The disgusting stench hit him in the face, along with the sensation of occasionally stepping on some unknown part of a Demon Fiend's innards. This slimy feeling was definitely unpleasant...
This psychological reaction naturally fed into his actions, and with the Netherworld's aid, Wen Yu's body slowly began to ascend.
Until Wen Yu stood before Tang Haofei.
...
Tang Haofei looked strange, seemingly frozen, his eyes red and vacant. His clothes were torn to shreds, yet his body bore no injuries. The murderous and fierce aura emanating from him was even distorting the space around him.
Wen Yu felt as if the air around him had solidified, an invisible pressure descending upon him.
"Gulp..."
