Lin Feng and the others looked out over the ruins of the Netherworld Cult's headquarters, the air still thick with the scent of sulfur and burning ash.Just as their tense nerves began to relax slightly, a piercing screech suddenly echoed across the sky above Soul-Broken Cliff, sounding like the simultaneous wails of ten thousand wronged souls. Deep purple lightning tore across the firmament like venomous snakes, and space twisted like a shattered mirror. A black barrier covered in skulls descended from the sky, trapping everyone firmly within. The hollow sockets of those skulls flashed with eerie green light, their mouths gaping wide as black slime oozed from rotten gums. The shrieks they emitted made everyone's eardrums ache with pain, and the Dark Moon Earth-Shaking Bear even covered its ears in agony and let out a low roar.
"Hahaha!" A gloomy laughter echoed from all directions, shaking the entire space as spiderweb-like cracks began to spread across the ground. "Lin Feng, I am the Ghost King of the Nether. I never expected that the Netherworld Cult I fostered with my own hands would be destroyed by the likes of you. It is a pity that important matters delayed me, but so be it! Today, I shall let you know what true despair really is!" Before his voice had even faded, a figure as pitch-black as ink slowly emerged from the void. The man radiated a dense aura of death, and his black robe was embroidered with dark red runes, each one seeming to breathe in and out black mist, …
Chapter 288