Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin both knew the stakes. They did not dare ask further questions, nor did they dare make any move to resist. With a sweep of his sleeve, Meng Zhao swept them both up, transforming into a stream of dragon-shaped light as he sped toward the Nameless Mountains, where the special spatial passageway was hidden, having first left the Bone Forest as they had determined.
Meng Zhao moved with astonishing speed, like a streak of light crossing the vast, boundless Bone Forest. Had anyone watched from high in the air and looked down, they would have seen a line of light extending unwaveringly in one direction at incomparably swift speed.
Deep within the Bone Forest, the Bone Demon God—no, it was hard to say how he should be described. Was he an ancient God or Devil who had never truly died, or a newly reborn God or Devil who had resurrected after an ancient God or Devil perished, using some special Secret Technique Divine Ability?
It seemed he had sensed that the aura of Emperor Yu's Undying Dao Image, which had filled him with terror and dread, had completely vanished from this space, leaving neither trace nor shadow, no longer capable of threatening him.
Thus, the Bone Demon God turned his gaze toward Meng Zhao, who had seized a portion of the Life-Death Dao Fruit's power, and boundless killing intent surged within him.
Above a massive mountain piled high with bones of every color, a bony white hand suddenly stretched out. Every finger bone was like a sharp sword. With a grasp toward the void, countless bone fragments began whirling and spinning amid a black cyclone, until, under the kneading and fusion of some mysterious power, they formed a white spear.
Had Meng Zhao witnessed this scene,