Within the Realm of Death, heaven and earth were dim and sunken.
In this strange space formed by the fusion of four Gates of Deathly Stillness, there was no sun or moon, no stars, and not even the slightest trace of Heaven and Earth Energy could be sensed.
As far as the eye could see, there was only endless gray-black aura of death, surging and spreading like thick fog between heaven and earth, shrouding everything in deathly stillness and decay.
And surrounded by this boundless aura of death, the experts of the various clans enveloped by the great array had already gathered together.
Everyone watched the churning black qi around them with wary, grave eyes. Not a single face looked relaxed; in fact, there was a faint unease in them that could not be hidden.
Because they could clearly feel that this gray-black aura of death was trying to seep into their bodies in an eerie, overbearing way, finding every possible opening.
This seepage was silent and soundless, yet omnipresent, as though it possessed its own life and will.
It wanted to drill in through every pore of their skin, seep in through their seven orifices, and could even pierce through the defenses of their Dou Qi barriers to invade their bodies directly.
"Damn, this aura of death can't be blocked at all!" Shi Jian said through clenched teeth.
As the Clan Leader of the Shi Clan, how powerful was his flesh body? Under ordinary circumstances, even an attack from a Five-Star Dou Saint would find it difficult to cut his skin.
Yet this aura of death moved as though entering an empty field, wantonly corroding his body.
He could feel that as the aura of death continued to invade, needle-like stabs of pain began to come from his meridians,