Inside the military camp's prison.
Jin Wutu, who had been living in constant fear, had a nightmare.
In that nightmare, every crime he had committed was exposed.
All his schemes and plans, all his despicable acts and betrayals, had been seen through.
A terrifying ghostly shadow toyed with him in the dark, wanting to devour his soul and condemn him to eternal damnation.
Jin Wutu's mangled body began to tremble, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
Then a chill wind swept past. Jin Wutu jolted awake, looking around in panic as he gasped for breath.
After watching for a while and finding nothing unusual, Jin Wutu finally let out a long sigh of relief.
But before he could catch his breath, Jin Wutu's eyes suddenly widened. At some unknown moment, a mountain-sized shadow had appeared before him, radiating icy deathly qi. It was utterly terrifying.
That figure was terribly familiar—identical to the one in his nightmare.
Yet he was clearly no longer dreaming, while the nightmare seemed to have descended into reality.
He remembered as well that, in the dream, the person he had always feared had twisted off his neck, torn open his chest, snapped his limbs, and eaten him alive...
Jin Wutu's teeth began to chatter.
"Bone... Slaughter... my lord... I..."
Before he could finish, the shadow before him moved.
Two pitch-black, icy-cold hands reeking of decay clamped around Jin Wutu's throat.
Jin Wutu could feel that familiar authority, just as he had in the past.
That was the great general he served, the "master" to whom he had pledged loyalty.
But this authority was colder and crueler than before. The corpse-like touch at his neck shattered his reason in an instant, making his entire body shudder uncontrollably.
In the grim darkness, a hoarse and terrifying voice rang