Realm of Living Death

After seeing with his own eyes what Li Junwu had described, Xu Yuan fell silent.

Sunlight filtered through the reconstructed protective canopy and into the city, as though draped beneath a murky shadow. At this moment, all light and darkness seemed to have lost their color, and the entire prefectural city resembled a faded painting.

The enormous pits carved into the city like festering sores had been leveled. The city walls were no longer broken, vanished districts had reappeared, and the citizens who should have perished within them looked around in bewilderment.

His gaze swept across everything in the city. Western Pacification Prefecture City seemed to have reverted to the time before the war began, as though everything they had experienced had been nothing more than a Yellow Millet Dream.

Yet at the center of it all, Mu Nuo's body remained incomplete. Those pitch-black eyes, devoid of any whites, had yet to fully open, but its aberration had already begun to spread.

It had twisted an entire prefectural city before even fully awakening. Wasn't that pressure a little too overwhelming?

This looked like the final boss making its entrance.

As the person who had personally unleashed this monster, Xu Yuan found that he was not as nervous as he had imagined he would be.

The reason was a little embarrassing to admit, but perhaps this was the sense of security bestowed by the master of the Ancient Abyss.

Had it been any other world boss from Cangyuan—be it the Barbarian King or the Great Desert waist sprite—Xu Yuan might have felt somewhat intimidated by this ominous little ghost. Mu Nuo's current display was already suspiciously beyond the intended limits.

But the White Emperor was different.

This fellow was a world boss whose difficulty was practically on par with Prime Minister