Meanwhile, the surrounding river water surged past once again, and before long, the Yellow River had returned to its original state.
My figure slowly descended, landing on the small boat.
This time, Old Zhao was completely speechless, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at me.
He had originally thought that death was certain this time. After all, the Yellow River Corpse King was a vicious fiend—encountering it meant certain doom. Yet White Bone Mountain had shattered just like that.
I stood at the bow and looked into the distance. "Set sail."
Old Zhao nodded, and the boat started moving once more. This time, however, the journey was completely unobstructed. Nothing strange happened again.
I stood at the bow, gazing at the Yellow River before me. One corpse after another drifted down the river.
Over the past thousand years, the Yellow River had changed course countless times. No one knew how many lives it had swallowed.
Now that it had truly revealed its ferocity, it was genuinely shocking.
Corpses were everywhere around us. Some of them were even walking upright through the water. Old Zhao frowned slightly and said, "There are so many corpse fiends."
The corpse fiends surrounded our boat, but I merely glanced at them before swinging the Demon Blade Muramasa in my hand. The surging slash instantly cleaved through them.
The surrounding corpse fiends had no power to resist at all. They shattered with a thunderous roar.
From then on, nothing could stop me anymore.
I narrowed my eyes, sensing this domineering power. Although it did not belong to me, there was no doubt that my strength just now had reached at least Hell's Ten Paths.
In the Spirit Realm, this was already a terrifying level of power—enough to crush most vicious lands.
Even the vicious