In the offshore waters of the Undead Continent, within the sea region infamous as the Nightmare Sea, a metal city a hundred li long and wide floated silently upon the surface. No matter how the towering waves battered it or the currents churned around it, this pitch-black metal fortress did not budge in the slightest. Occasionally, a few bold and savage sea beasts charged toward it, testing the city with attacks, but before they could even approach the walls, lightning descended from thin air and blasted them to pieces.
Gods from the Western Continent, gods from the Eastern Continent, gods from the Odin Icefield, Elf Continent, Goblin Continent, Eastern Subcontinent, and even the sea clans of the eastern ocean—all gathered within this goblin-forged magic fortress. Everyone restrained their auras and, under the leadership of the various gods, stood atop the walls and gazed toward the Undead Continent a thousand li away.
An enormous continent lay shrouded beneath a gray, murky barrier. Twisted ghostly faces constantly swept across the colossal barrier, and even from such a distance, one could hear the shrill, miserable howls—the wails of souls suffering dreadful torment. Bone-piercing cold surged from afar. The sea around the Undead Continent was covered in a thick layer of gray ice, and not even a single fish or shrimp could be found nearby.
Lin Qi stood atop the wall and lazily muttered to the Goddess of Victory beside him, "What a brutal place!"
The beautiful Goddess of Victory, clad in a full set of divine armor, slowly nodded. She glanced at Lin Qi and spoke in an neither warm nor cold tone, "Successor of Scarlet Wrath, Your Majesty Lin Qi, those undead possess all manner of wicked methods. When fighting them, remember to protect yourself. Only by preserving your life can you