"Tomb King..." Fried Nun muttered.
As the skull in front shattered completely, the Tomb King Nite, formed by countless skeletal shadows, gradually disappeared. This goblet was merely the regal artifact he had crafted and not the original body of the Tomb King Nite.
"Are you alright?" Fried Nun looked at Su Ziyu beside her and asked softly.
Su Ziyu gently shook his head and looked at his own hands. He could see his hands had shriveled a bit, and unsurprisingly, his body seemed to show slight signs of zombification.
The laws of this plane are truly disgusting, as humanity seems so easily lost.
"The alternate space we were in just now seems to be the entrance to the Abyss," Fried Nun said with a trace of fear.
The endless darkness should be connected to the Abyss.
Su Ziyu nodded silently.
"Below here should be the rumored buried Sickness Village," Fried Nun thought for a moment and then turned to ask, "Should we go down or up?"
