The Undead Demiplane was much smaller than Mo Yuan had imagined, with an area roughly twice the size of Heaven Dou City.
After flying for only half an hour, he reached the center of the Undead Demiplane, where a small city built from piles of white bones stood.
Floating in midair, Mo Yuan could clearly see all kinds of undead creatures roaming the ground and every corner of the city. Green ghostfire burned in each of their eyes.
At a glance, drawing on what he had learned about D&D and other things in his previous life on Blue Star, Mo Yuan could roughly identify the different kinds of undead creatures.
The most numerous were skeleton soldiers. There were tens of thousands of them, and each was roughly equivalent in strength to an ordinary Soul Grandmaster.
He shifted his gaze from the skeleton soldiers, liches, and other undead creatures roaming the city to the spire that towered in its center.
From what he sensed, an aura of death so terrifying it was hard to describe emanated from there. If his guess was right, the strongest creature in the entire Undead Demiplane was inside.
Mo Yuan landed in front of the tower and pushed open the door. Beyond it lay a dark hall, steeped in a dense aura of death.
As Mo Yuan entered, green ghostfire suddenly flared along both sides of the hall, illuminating the space.
At the same time, the clanging of metal rang out. Following the sound, Mo Yuan looked toward the depths of the hall. A knight from ancient times slowly rose from a gray, high-backed throne. His whole body was covered in black armor, a huge greatsword in hand and a blood-red cape fluttering behind him.
As the ancient knight stood, a terrifying aura of death rose