The Tomb Cluster had arrived.
Seeing this abyss, Fang Yi finally understood why this place was called the Tomb Cluster.
The black abyss churned violently, unknown viscous liquid boiling and rolling within like a pool of dead water that could breathe.
Scattered white specks floated above the abyss. At first glance, they looked like fragments of White Bones, but upon closer inspection, the bones had crumbled into ash, forming a layer across the water's surface like algae.
How much bone ash would it take to fill a pool of black water like this?
Mottled black and white, a deathly still pool radiating Death Rule—it was as hopeless as the mythical flood that drowned the world. Without Noah's Ark, all things would perish beneath the deluge.
Faced with such dense Death Rule, everyone broke out in cold sweat. Some in the group had already been affected, their expressions turning ugly.
Pioneers were souls exceptionally sensitive to the aura of great change. Otherwise, they would not have endured the spiritual energy of the Apocalypse and become Pioneers.
This oppressive aura clearly made them deeply uncomfortable. If they remained here too long, the vitality of the living would be forcibly drained away.
Death, decay, oppression.
It made one instinctively want to flee.
"End this quickly." Old Wu swept his gaze around, remaining alert at all times against anything that might suddenly emerge from the shadows.
Within a Mystic Domain, mysterious creatures could very well be standing guard. This was a lesson learned time and again through blood and death.
The group efficiently spread into formation, guarding against dangers that could emerge from any direction. Although some of them did not approve of Fang Yi, they still placed him in the safest position at the center.
"Move!"
There seemed to be a mysterious little