Flickering lights and shadows flashed across the walls from time to time, accompanied by faint, bizarre sounds that drifted near and far, making it impossible to discern their direction.
A stench of rot, blood, and death permeated the entire underground space, enough to make one retch. This aura seemed alive, burrowing through one's nostrils and pores into the body, eroding the soul and leaving one weak all over, listless in spirit.
Just then, a figure barged in, immediately drawing the attention of every bizarre creature.
The man who had entered wore a short beast-hide jacket. His entire body had a bronze hue, and an ancient black Dao Pattern lay across his bare shoulder. His black eyes radiated an immensely powerful aura.
"Tuoba Yu?"
As the man appeared, the person seated atop the massive altar in the gloomy space—who resembled a withered old tree—actually slowly raised his head.
The countless bizarre creatures around them all retreated several steps.
The newcomer was none other than Tuoba Yu, the barbarian shaman god. Compared to before, however, his strength had increased tremendously.
Tuoba Yu swept his indifferent gaze over the bizarre creatures around him before looking into the distance. "Witch Gu, after hundreds of years, the seal has finally been lifted. The clan elders sent me to bring you back."
Witch Gu shook the tangled tentacles clinging to his body, then suddenly said coldly, "Go back?"
"Hahahaha! I was sealed in this earth's core for hundreds of years. Has the clan ever done anything for me?"
"Tuoba Yu, if I had not taken that sword for you back then, how could you have escaped the seal? Today, you are unworthy to stand before me."
A sinister chill crawled swiftly through the entire space like maggots.
Tuoba Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression extremely