"Ferry, we can't sit around and wait for death any longer. Have everyone make preparations!" The Ghost Corpse King hurried into a dense forest.
If Qin Shaofeng had been there, he would have recognized at a glance that this was precisely the forest where they had first arrived.
After the Ghost Corpse Race learned that they could not possibly defeat Qin Shaofeng,
they had planned to leave this area and wait quietly until Qin Shaofeng and the others completed Yin Yang City's mission, then leave Yin Yang City together with them.
Yet no matter what, they had never expected
that when they came here, they would sorrowfully discover that this world seemed to be only this tiny.
Even this forest was merely a hundred meters long.
Beyond it stood an air wall.
As for the other side of that air wall, because it was transparent, they could see it clearly.
There was another stretch of roughly a hundred meters beyond it.
But after those hundred meters, there was nothing at all.
In other words,
this was a true mission world.
Aside from the area where they were to participate in Yin Yang City's mission, there was nowhere else they could go.
Or rather, there was simply nothing else.
This discovery nearly made the Ghost Corpse King, who had decided to lead all the ghost corpses away, spit out a mouthful of old blood.
What the hell was this supposed to be?
Were they being played?
They had often heard the saying, "No road to heaven, no gate into the earth," and only now did they truly understand it.
The moment pessimism began to arise,
the Ghost Corpse King made a decision. He dispatched half the ghost corpses, either to lurk near Yin Yang City and observe the situation
or to