Before them stretched a green wilderness. The long, leisurely wind blew from one end of the mountain range to the other, while beneath the dazzling sunlight, the dense green shadows rolled on like endless waves.
Yet beneath this seemingly peaceful scene lurked a terrifying horror.
"Master, this is the place. An unknown Cursed Object slaughtered at least a million people. The lush grasses you see now are the hair and despairing souls of those dead, utterly bound to this land, unable to attain rebirth for all eternity."
At the end of the mountain range, Zhang Yang stood with his 107 disciples from the Heavenly Sword Clan, preparing to launch the first battle of the invasion. He had not gone to find his Zergling avatar because there was no need. Switching between the two sides was as easy as shifting a thought.
Still, for this operation, Zhang Yang had mobilized twenty Stealth Zerglings, twenty Tracking Mother-Child Worms, and five hundred Gordian Worms from his Zergling avatar.
They were all meant for reconnaissance, especially the Stealth Zerglings. They could slip directly beside the cursed target and do things humans could never accomplish.
"How strong is this thing?"
Zhang Yang asked. Mu Yizhuo was a standard creation of the mysterious side, so strange that it could not be described concretely. That made him the most suitable person to understand the enemy.
"From this disciple's perspective, it cannot kill me, but I cannot kill it either. Furthermore, I can only walk along the edge of this wilderness. If I venture too deep, I will probably be trapped. Also, Master, there is a concept I must report to you. Beings like us cannot be described as having 'death,' nor can death be used to judge or characterize us. Therefore, your question about how strong it