The world was shrouded in darkness.
Heaven wept and the earth trembled; the Netherworld descended upon this place. Amidst the rolling black fog, endless calamities manifested, extinguishing all life. An ominous spectacle of a boundless sea of corpses appeared, stirring an incomparably bone-chilling netherwind across the entire White Bone Plains.
"Kill!"
With the power acquired through Wei Changhen's self-sacrifice, Wei Ling's strength underwent a qualitative growth. Behind him, a colossal figure wearing a black robe slowly emerged. Beneath his feet, surging black rivers flowed, with countless arms struggling in the water.
With a single step, Wei Ling's figure flashed violently. His power to annihilate everything split the void into countless fissures, transforming this domain into an ominous land filled with ruin and death.
"WOOO—"
Mournful wails echoed all around, like slender swords attempting to pierce Qi Xiu's ears.
