He began to intensely comprehend and analyze the profound realm of the late-stage Spirit Severing Realm.
The enhancement and perfection of his own realm would greatly benefit his future breakthrough in cultivation.
"Cousin... cousin?" At this moment, Zhao Muye suddenly called out tremblingly.
Just then, Yu Yan's corpse floated not far away, with a pitch-black long blade pierced through her chest.
Her black hair was disheveled, and her originally lively eyes were now just two blood-filled holes.
In the instant when both of their Heart and Spirit were lost, all the corpses immediately emitted a piercing laughter, transforming into a black torrent rushing towards them.
Every corpse was repeating, "Stay with us... stay here forever..."
Yama's true form finally appeared, seated high upon a throne made of piled skulls, his blood-red pupils full of cruel pleasure.
"This is the true essence of despair—to make you watch everything you care about rot and perish bit by bit!"
