Three days later, dark clouds like blood-stained cotton batting pressed heavily down upon Ghost-Evil Ridge. The Dark Moon Earth-Shaking Bear carried Lin Feng and the others, its body hundreds of feet tall skimming across the low sky. Ink-colored raindrops seeped from the flesh-like clouds, raising purple smoke upon touching the ground, and wherever they passed, grass and trees instantly turned into white bones. The harsh sound of dragging chains drifted from beneath Soul-Shattering Cliff, and the densely packed skull eye sockets on the cliff walls flickered with gloomy blue phosphorus fire, every tooth dangling with uncorrupted flesh, making a chilling grinding sound in the wind as if cheering for the impending slaughter.
The obsidian city gates of the Netherworld Cult headquarters swung open with a crash, and countless black mists surged out, carrying a thick, rotting stench. Cult Master Long Yuan sat high upon his throne; the crimson chains wrapped around his black robe were embedded with living human skulls, and with his movements, the chains emitted a teeth-setting friction sound. "Lin Feng, I never expected that you lot would actually dare to come to the Netherworld Cult headquarters! Hand over the two Keys of the Evil God you carry, or else this Soul-Shattering Cliff shall be your burial ground!"
"The former Netherworld Cult Master Qiu Ran was not killed by Yicai and Yè Xiāo alone, was he? No doubt you participated as well; otherwise, how could you have ascended to th…
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