Prisoners in the Dark

"Bao Bao, what are you dragging all these corpses around for?"

Fang Qing rubbed his temples as he looked at the long trail of twisted, miserably dead bodies behind him.

He had no way to fuse with these things. The moment he touched one, the information radiation released by the corpse would corrode him beyond recognition. Calling the difficulty of fusion a near-certain death would not even begin to describe it.

In theory, Seal's White Light could help him endure the most dangerous stage, but this fellow was so dim-witted that it could barely control its own power.

There were far too many corpses in this Dark World. They had already happened across several self-destructors, and the number of corpses left behind by self-destruction had long exceeded a thousand.

Fang Qing found the appearances of those corpses extremely familiar. Every single one was someone he had encountered in his life.

There were relatively important supporting characters among them. There were three corpses of his wife, Yan'er, alone, along with quite a few powerful villains who had abducted Yan'er.

There were also ordinary passersby one could see anywhere on the street. Fang Qing had spotted several corpses belonging to people who had been nothing more than common mortals in the Southern Continent in his memories.

The cultivation levels and strength these people had possessed in life meant nothing in this bizarre world.

One corpse left behind by an old mortal man after death released an especially terrifying power. It was even stronger than those several self-destructors and had nearly broken through Bao Bao's White Light barrier.

To Fang Qing, whether these corpses were strong or weak, they all possessed an irresistible, lethal power.

The White Flower atop Bao Bao's head released light that transformed into long, slender cables, stringing together the