Amidst the howling, chilling winds of the Underworld Mountain, a troop of armored ghost soldiers marched along a narrow, winding path that seemed fashioned from raw flesh and blood.
With every step the soldiers took, the ground beneath them would sink, only to quiver and return to its original shape shortly after they passed. Clearly, this narrow trail was made of living flesh.
When the troop reached a stone monument inscribed with the two large characters for "Yellow Springs," they all came to a halt. The leader, a ghost general, removed its grotesque, fanged mask to reveal its true face. The visage was deathly pale, devoid of any sign of life—a stiff, corpse-like mask.
Chapter 631