Dense gray mist began to billow out all around them... The mist was not loose at all. Instead, it was like thick walls, and even reaching a hand into it brought a sluggish sensation—in this place named Enoch by the Regenerating Consciousness.
This was the final gift Boss Luo had given them. With this mist, Enoch, surrounded by the dense fog, was like Peach Blossom Spring, or some similar place.
Of course, the Abyss of Corpses was still enormous. Enoch, enclosed by the dense fog, occupied only about a quarter of it. Outside the fog, the Abyss of Corpses remained exactly as it had been.
The Lost Rift that connected the territories of all the Thirteen Clans also seemed unchanged—except that the Lost Fangs had now become an item entrusted to the shop.
The Regenerating Consciousness still had the right to withdraw the Lost Fangs or the Pseudo-Eternal Undying Body from the shop at any time... But presumably, there was little chance it would ever use them.
Outside the dense fog, among a pile of corpses... something suddenly emerged blankly from the heap of bones. It had probably violently broken through the bones pressing down on it.
There was a loud bang, followed by an angry roar... A Golden Dragon in red robes now stood atop the white bones. She had recovered a sliver of her strength while unconscious, and had also remembered how she had fallen into danger because she had run out of energy.
Feeling that her dignity had suffered a tremendous insult, the Golden Dragon now had golden scales showing on her cheeks, neck, and even arms. She spread her hands slightly, palms upward, and two enormous flames, red to the extreme, erupted from her palms.
I'm absolutely going to burn this place into an inferno...