Boom!
Flames tore through the sky, scorching the earth. Amid the thick white smoke... a figure walked toward them.
The Undertaker!!
Through the haze,
his gaze lit up from within the smoke and dust, blazing with golden light like an eternal furnace burning.
At that moment,
whether invaders or Spirit Association agents... everyone caught in that gaze felt their hair stand on end and instinctively wanted to retreat.
"He really came..." The invaders' expressions changed drastically, their voices trembling.
The worst-case scenario had finally come to pass.
Wasn't the Undertaker supposed to have been missing for a long time? Weren't there even rumors that he was dead?!
You call this dead?!
Now we're really going to die!!
When facing the Spirit Association agents, these people could still beg for mercy. But when they truly faced the Undertaker, that scorching aura crashed into them, and even their last shred of will to survive withered away.
Could fighting desperately carve out a path through the blood?
Whoosh.
As their thoughts raced and they frantically considered their options,
their minds suddenly froze. The sight before them plunged them into an icy abyss.
The Undertaker did not say a single word.
His fingers pressed against the hilt at his waist.
In an instant, the Tang Saber left its sheath.
Boom—!!
Heaven-shaking fire surged upward.
With heaven and earth as its canvas, the blade light became a fleeting afterimage, cleaving the entire world in two.
One half life,
one half death.
A deafening roar erupted in an instant—the desperate wails of the Pioneers. Like a group of drowning men, they only had time to gulp down one breath before being swallowed by the sea of fire.
Crack, crack, crack.
The sound of bones burning in the flames made their scalps tingle. Dark figures struggled and