This Werewolf Bone Demon had been no match for Ye Xiwen at all. Though it might have been an expert at the Death Mystic Realm in life, it had ultimately not awakened any divine abilities. Otherwise, everyone present would likely have been wiped out completely.
After all, the Life Mystic Realm and the Death Mystic Realm were not concepts on the same level. Once a Death Mystic Realm expert made a move, deathly energy would blanket heaven and earth; its power was entirely on another tier.
After dealing with the Werewolf Bone Demon, the group finally cleared the obstacles in their path and began racing toward the depths of the tomb. What they had experienced made everyone far more vigilant. Though trouble still surfaced from time to time along the way, under their caution, it was completely swept away with barely any casualties.
Before long, they reached the end of the passage. At its end stood a stone gate a thousand zhang wide and over ten thousand zhang tall. Looking from afar, they could not even see where it ended. Everyone knew this was probably not within the Abyssal Necropolis itself; it had likely merged with a subspace to create such a magnificent sight.
Everyone could not help but admire it to the point of utter prostration. As expected of a god renowned in his day—the spatial fusion was seamless, and they could not even find the point where the spaces had joined.
To experts of their caliber, this was simply inconceivable.
The great gate was covered in countless carvings. Scene after bizarre scene seemed vividly alive, with all manner of undead creatures engraved upon it, forming a vast and mighty army as though they might revive at any moment and march forth to wage war upon distant worlds.
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