Welcome Extreme Punishment!

War was sometimes a fleeting moment, and sometimes an agonizing ordeal where each day felt like a year.

In truth, less than a few minutes had passed since the players stepped through the door.

And during that time...

After killing the Drowning Soul Ferryman, Grand Duke of Fear and Lady Fragrant Blood had completely fallen out with the Gathering Place. Using the Drowning Soul Ferryman's corpse as a catalyst, they had finally completed the sacrifice of Fear Castle and Head Garden.

Everything twisted and merged into that handful of Grave Soil, which radiated an ominous, sinister aura and grew ever stronger.

At that moment, Grand Duke of Fear and Lady Fragrant Blood revealed their true forms: two half-rotted corpses swarmed by flies and giving off a shocking stench.

They clung tightly to each other, as though they had just been born.

This was what they had looked like in the beginning.

It could be said that they had become what they were today entirely because of this handful of Grave Soil, brimming with sinister and ominous power.

They did not know where the Grave Soil had come from, yet they trusted it unconditionally.

"Quick, use its power to leave this place! Anywhere will do!"

Lady Fragrant Blood's voice was urgent.

Then, they intended to use the Grave Soil's power to break through Candlefire's blockade and flee this dangerous area.

However, they had misjudged something.

The instant their power touched the Grave Soil, not only did it fail to move it as usual, it vanished without any response, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

No, it could not be said that there was no response.

All of a sudden, a sinister and ominous aura spread faintly, as though some vague consciousness had noticed their presence.

Immediately afterward, an irresistible