He looked back at the Nine Deaths One Life Bridge behind him, a smug smile spreading across his face.
"A bunch of idiots actually chose the Gate of Death! Now, the Ancient King's inheritance is mine!"
Unable to wait any longer, he ran into the darkness ahead, his heart filled with longing for the inheritance.
What he did not know was that what awaited him was not endless wealth and power, but the ultimate trap the Ancient King had prepared for the greedy.
Ancient King's Altar.
Fu Ye looked in the direction Fang Gu had vanished, a trace of coldness flashing through his eyes.
Fang Gu, you would eventually pay the price for your greed.
The Ancient King's Altar would be your burial ground.
Mo Fan and the others also watched Fang Gu's retreating figure disappear, and the anger in their hearts gradually subsided.
They knew Fang Gu's fate had long been decided. There was no need for them to act.
At this moment, they had reached the end of the bridge and entered a new space.
There was no longer any howling Savage Wind, nor was there a bottomless Abyssal Plane. In its place was a vast, empty square.
They had only just stepped onto the far side of the Nine Deaths One Life Bridge, before they could steady themselves on the ground, when a cracking sound suddenly rang out from the space above them.
Mo Fan's heart tightened, and he instinctively looked up. The once-stable space had cracked like shattered glass, countless fissures spreading across it. From the pitch-black rifts, dense masses of shadows surged forth like a tide.
Undead!
Over a hundred Servant Level Bone Soldiers wielded rusted weapons. Dozens of General Level Bloodwing Bat Demons unfurled their scarlet wings. Several enormous Rotten Flesh Generals dragged their