The land was blanketed in snow, pure white.
However.
A dark river wound across the snowy land, slowly spreading and widening.
On either bank, the Light Flame Skeleton and Gu Qingshan kept summoning the dead.
"Death God, you've been gone too long, for too many years. The River of Death no longer belongs to you."
Beneath the towering dark wall, the Light Flame Skeleton chuckled softly.
The giant axe in its hand became a bone staff, releasing waves of gray mist that swiftly enveloped the dark river.
"Come forth, Giant King! Living or dead, the Apocalypse needs your service!"
The Light Flame Skeleton chanted rapidly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With heavy footsteps, a giant clad head to toe in heavy armor emerged from the river.
He stood on the land and roared, "I am the Giant King of the River of Death! You dead who submit to me, come and kill my enemies alongside me!"
His deafening roar rang throughout the Doomsday Graveyard.
Gradually, countless undead emerged from the dark river.
The races that had slumbered in the river of death began climbing onto the banks. Their eyes gleamed with a chilling light as they stared fixedly at Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan glanced at the giant in surprise.
Though he was clearly dead, the giant carried both the aura of the Apocalypse and the aura of death. It was hard to tell whether he was an undead or an Apocalypse Monster.
Has the Apocalypse already tainted the River of Death to this extent?
Gu Qingshan felt a little uneasy.
The giant waded ashore and said in a low voice, "Death God, your era is over—"
As he began his declaration of war, Gu Qingshan had already opened his hand and intoned, "The flames of death devour all the dead, returning them