As Angel pondered, a rumbling sound rose behind him.
Angel turned around.
The Peril Mountain Giant that had been waiting in the trench slowly poked its head out. The undead hands on the other side of the trench no longer waved about. All the undead had crawled out of the ground, and as far as the eye could see, countless undead were densely gathered together.
Among them, Angel also spotted the red-clad vengeful spirits and the giant serpent undead hidden within...
At that moment, every undead creature was staring at Angel with sinister eyes.
Angel smiled to himself. Trying to threaten him again?
He ignored what was behind him and looked ahead.
When he had stood on the other side of the chasm before, he had been unable to make out the situation here. All he could see was pitch-black darkness, though he could sense an incomparably dense malicious intent.
Only when Angel truly set foot on this side of the chasm did he realize that the malicious intent had practically condensed into tangible mist. It was precisely this mist of malice that blocked all of Angel's sight.
The surroundings were black as ink. Nothing could be seen.
Angel had assumed undead hands would appear again to guide him, but after standing in place and waiting for a while, nothing appeared.
"Looks like this trench is the boundary," Angel thought to himself. Perhaps he was not far from meeting whoever was pulling the strings.
Angel summoned a light source and walked several steps forward, yet the darkness remained impenetrable.
Just then, an eerie laugh suddenly rang out from the darkness.
It was a woman's laugh. At first, it carried a seductive charm, but as it continued, it grew sharper and sharper, like the grating shriek of wire scraping against metal,