This fragmented ghost realm, which was already in a perilous state, finally exhausted the last remnant of power that maintained its existence, and could no longer withstand the aftermath of battles. It began to disintegrate irretrievably.
The ghostly forest that enveloped Li Yelai, filled with a decaying and lifeless aura, churned and twisted violently like ink thrown into water.
The towering ghost woods, the gnarled vines, and even the damp and sticky ground beneath his feet rapidly lost their substance, transforming into dense gray-black mist that refused to dissipate.
When all the mist dispersed, Li Yelai emerged from the ghost realm back into the physical world, returning to the pitch-black wilderness.
After packing the corpse of the Pottery Jar into his reserve space, Li Yelai surveyed the surroundings.
