Deep in the dungeon, the air was thick with the stench of decay, woven through with the metallic reek of blood, congealing into a tangible presence in the damp atmosphere. Moss piled in the corners shimmered with a sinister blue-black hue, crawling with dense clusters of centipedes, each flicking its dark red tongue as if waiting for prey. Gu Huaijin’s gaunt fingers traced the blood-stained token of the Hall Master; the golden-threaded snake emblem appeared to twist and writhe in the gloom like something alive.
Veins bulged on his neck, standing out clearly against his skin. A sinister curve touched his lips, and a frantic light flickered in his eyes. His nails dug deep into the edges of the token, leaving bloody gashes that trickled down the engraved lines, only to be swallowed by the cracks in the stone floor without a trace.
"Nephew, today I shall let you witness what true Netherworld Power is!" Before the words even faded, black mist surged around him, filled with the faint, shrill wails of countless tormented souls struggling within. The wails felt physical, drilling into the ears of all present, making Gu Jinghong’s temples throb violently.
Chapter 85