A pungent stench of decay drifted in from afar. The air abruptly turned grayish-white like seawater, countless viscous mists floating through it. Within the mist, innumerable twisted gray faces could vaguely be seen struggling and wailing, yet not a sound emerged.
An undead aura—this was an aura only extraordinarily powerful undead could possess! But at Mu Wei's instigation, the Gods had joined forces to utterly destroy the Undead Continent. Where could such a powerful undead still exist?
No, no, perhaps there was still one! Lin Qi suddenly recalled the Evil Fetus of Myriad Spirits, created through an evil secret art by the undead gods of the Undead Continent before their destruction. And in this world, there was also one powerful master god of the Undead Divine Pantheon, infamous since the Primordial Divine War—Bone-Carving Knife Sugra! Thinking of Sugra, that pervert with the peculiar habit of carving other people's bones into works of art, even Lin Qi's scalp went numb.
Just as Lin Qi thought of the Evil Fetus of Myriad Spirits and Sugra, Sugra himself, clad in a ragged gray robe and idly toying with a tiny bone knife, was floating above a grayish-white lump of flesh, hurtling toward Tiger Island with towering evil energy. At the core of that grayish-white flesh mass was a fist-sized black hole, from which countless streams of gray-black undead aura spewed forth. Anything touched by those undead auras instantly decayed and rotted away.
This flesh mass, only a few meters across, was spinning rapidly like a vortex. The grayish-white "chunks of flesh" composing it did not seem solid, but rather a strange fluid-like "body." The chunks revolved swiftly in irregular circular paths, while the fist-sized black hole at its center occasionally emitted ear-piercing ghostly howls.
Wherever the flesh mass passed, the souls of the